Ricardo Echeverria - Nauseating Nausicaa lyrics

Gypsy Queen of Ireland, green-eyed bore Beach pebbled throne and your court the sea Let's waltz on waters and leave this shore For a wave to blanket us eternally Rid yourself of the children and maids Plenty of the latter the castle will hold Of the former, their lives will be made When I pour the hot clay in your mold Like dandelion fuzz—the fireworks. The clay drips from the mold, down her thigh She rises my queen but walks with a jerk Good heavens, “she's lame” and goodbye Life has dealt her a terrible hand, or sole? I pity you, truly yours, this crippled soul.