Courting the Queen Manor

Courting the Queen Manor

Lyrics and Music by Nate Hegyi

I got angels hiding I’ve got heavenly hairs
I’ve got money, and babe I’ve got the rent
and troubles, like leaves, will fade away

Well the landlord’s sticking like a fly to the wall
his pant legs are stained with ruby paint
and his son’s drunk with love, I’ve seen him look

At night I hear your piano in the room
spoken melodies from down the hall
and your ghost wrapped lightly in linen garbs and green
your hair in a swollen ball

Well I got in trouble, I got debts to pay
I got money never stowed away
and you say I’ve got it made, the hell I do

Well those goddamned lawyers and that goddamned court
they got me in small-time law affairs
with the ladies and the gents
of the manor hall

At night I hear your piano in the room
spoken melodies from down the hall
and your ghost wrapped lightly in linen garbs and green
your hair in a swollen ball

And you say I got it made
the hell I do