In here you can be anything Worth or unworthy of imagining An empress more tempestuous than any king A bawd stripped to nothing We've potions both wild and serene Shadows, smoke will set the scene With heads to sever and lambs to weane Our promiscuous virgin queen All clad in furs and lace All showered with champagne and grace With ruby lips and golden hair As if culled from a dream or nightmare Throbbing scepter in one hand She strides to survey her land And tall and awful stands for all to see On The Balcony We'll draw a bath for you of gin and milk And we will bandage you in skin and silk On your head we place a crown of glass In this God forsaken palace Anoint your sons with blood and vaseline Send the unworthy to the guilloutine Even her mercy is the most obscene Our promiscuous virgin queen