Queen+King - Foreign Diplomats

The blood on these hands

Is giving me the chills

The blood on these hands

It hurts it slowly kills

These voices oh so cut

Are trying to hold the fear

These voices oh so cut

They're singing for the fear

The screams in the streets

Are getting me to sleep

The screams in the streets

How useless it is to weep

The noises in the dark

They're people in your bed

The noises in the dark

They're people in my head

The faces of the queen are always full of joy

Cause the queen is rich and the queen is loved

But the king is dead