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Volume 11

Fishnet Queen

Here comes that lady. Wrapped in a shroud of deepest night
Pretty little panties,
Watch her dance on the mirror, waltzing between the razor blades,
Ever graceful, her swirling rhythm of techno-boogie,

Pretty little panties
Playing hide and seek with that overworked moneymaker,
Ever graceful, her swirling rhythm of techno-boogie
Windows to her soul reflect a void darker than starless skies

Playing hide and seek with that overworked moneymaker,
Cigarette screams down to the filter between her fingers
Windows to her soul reflect a void darker than starless skies
He's suddenly falling in love with her innocent lies

Cigarette screams down to the filter between her fingers
Tossing her hair to the side, that faithful six-inch pump stride,
He's falling in love with her innocent smile
This queen of deception, this priestess of guile

That faithful six-inch pump stride, tossing her hair to the side
What have you become daughter, sister, mother?
This queen of deception, this priestess of guile
Back seat mistress finds herself buried beneath another sweaty man

What have you become daughter, sister, mother?
A little boy asleep on the floor of her motel room
Back seat mistress finds herself buried beneath another sweaty man
These streets she calls home are relentless.

Here comes that lady.
They call her Fishnet Queen, there is no sunshine
In her realm of eternal night.

Fishnet Queen

Memphis Black