"Jessie My Queen" lyrics
Jessie, my queen, you know you have the most ironic of the surnames
Turning upside down a gender that was surely pointing you to nowhere
When they buried you—nothing but your husband's wife
For a maker, we now act caretaker, give a title she's deserving of
Are you coming in or are you going out?
At the Coterie, in the hideout
You're always standing, hat in your hand
Do you really have something else planned?
Jessie, did you know I trampled in your garden, trampled in the Greengate?
Speaking to the neighbors, hearing all your favors—the truth is never too late
I think I saw three skeletons
And I know if you were, here you'd make them, you would make them well again
Are you coming in or are you going out?
At the Coterie, in the hideout
You're always standing, hat in your hand
Do you really have something else planned?
Who needs Paris?
Who needs Paris?
Never weary in my own bubble zone
My white-walled town
Who needs Paris?
Never weary in my own bubble zone
My white-walled town
Are you coming in or are you going out?
At the Coterie, in the hideout
You're always standing, hat in your hand
Do you really have something else planned?
Who needs Paris?
Turning upside down a gender that was surely pointing you to nowhere
When they buried you—nothing but your husband's wife
For a maker, we now act caretaker, give a title she's deserving of
Are you coming in or are you going out?
At the Coterie, in the hideout
You're always standing, hat in your hand
Do you really have something else planned?
Jessie, did you know I trampled in your garden, trampled in the Greengate?
Speaking to the neighbors, hearing all your favors—the truth is never too late
I think I saw three skeletons
And I know if you were, here you'd make them, you would make them well again
Are you coming in or are you going out?
At the Coterie, in the hideout
You're always standing, hat in your hand
Do you really have something else planned?
Who needs Paris?
Who needs Paris?
Never weary in my own bubble zone
My white-walled town
Who needs Paris?
Never weary in my own bubble zone
My white-walled town
Are you coming in or are you going out?
At the Coterie, in the hideout
You're always standing, hat in your hand
Do you really have something else planned?
Who needs Paris?
