Too Tough

Queen Anne, you're lying in the wasteland

You wanted just a taste, then

you couldn't quite replace himLost son, we never knew you all wrong

You never got to die young,

still swaying in the cold sunYou're too tough to say that it's all too much,

so say it's enoughHis hands are beautiful but so damned

He's talking like a new man,

but you've been here before, AnneThis night could hardly be the last night

He's looking for a good fight,

you're looking for a good bye