Demos For Darling.

Queen of Hearts

The Queen walks down some nightlife painted street
She’s got a dancin’ dress held up by shoulders walking shoes upon her feet
When all the hot spots close down and the lights go out on the darker side of town
Then the evening begins for the Queen of Hearts.

The Queen meets up with the Wild One
She sits shotgun in his deuce, he hits the keys, they start to run
They drive down past the Palisades and over the roar of the Cleveland the plans are laid
The Queen of Hearts checks herself out in a rearview mirror.

Wild One parks the two-seater across from the long closed factory
The last to arrive they meet up with the Law, BMad and C
It’s a quarter mile from light to light, it’s quiet as hell, save the engines in the night
The Queen of Hearts starts the race when she drops her scarf

The smell of burning rubber is stale, sitting in the air
Curfew’s come and gone, she checks her watch, but she don’t care
Sitting on the hood of a fast back with C’s girl sharing a beer, she says out loud
  “There’s no where I’d rather be than here.”
The Queen of Hearts closes her eyes and takes it all in.

The Eastern sky starts shining though the sun’s not yet awake
With bloodshot eyes and greasy hands they’ve had all that they can take
The Wild One lets the Queen drive back to the city, in the twilight of dawn,
  don’t them phone poles look pretty
And the Queen of Hearts, whose soul’s been ripped apart, throws caution to the storm,
  and then she starts to smile.