Queen: Killer Queen... Literally

She keeps bombs and a shotgun
In her pretty garderobe
"Don't set this off" she says
It's all we can do to hope
A built-in remedy
For Kruschev and Kennedy
At anytime an invitation
You can't decline

Caviar and cigarettes
Well versed in etiquette
But unfortunately got lice

She's a Killer Queen
Gunpowder, nitro-glicerine
Dynamite and a laser beam
Guaranteed to blow your apart
Got no heart

You life will be her price
Blood's on her appetite
Wanna try?

To avoid complications
She never kept the same address
In conversation
She spoke just like a baroness
Met a man from China
Shot him dead in Asia Minor
Said it was accidentally
Her case was fast declined

Perfume came naturally from Paris
For cars she couldn't care less
Fastidious and precise


Drop of a hat she's a cracking shot
Show you what guns she got.
Always in on the action
Kill you with fumes of gas
To absolutely kill you dead, dead
She's coming to get you


You life will be her price
Blood's on her appetite
Wanna try?
You do, you die.

The End

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