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Men who would shoot their Horses are the Same men who would Like to kiss your hand(??)Men who shoot their Horses are the Same men who will Draw and shoot your friend(??)The virgin queen...Headless (mother?)Heartless (?)Ghosts of yes men past and future In the bedroom you would suture Up that hole Where babies come from England, oh, england Never forsake me Won't you take me to have and to hold I may be a cruel, crude woman But in the distance i hear shakespeare mumbling Whether tis nobler in the mind to suffer The slings and arrows of outrageous fortune Or to take arms against the sea of troubles...England, england, never forsake me Won't you take me to have and to hold I can hear the voices rising up The virgin queen...(??)You try to rule As best as you can But the crown gets cold(??)On the distant shores new voices are rising...
