Too Tough

Queen Anne, you’re lying in the wasteland You wanted just a taste, then You couldn’t quite replace him Lost son, we never knew you all wrong You never got to die young Still swaying in the cold sun You’re too tough to say that it’s all too much So say it’s enough His hands are beautiful but so damned He’s talking like a new man But you’ve been here before, Anne This night could hardly be the last night He’s looking for a good fight You’re looking for a good bye