Top Songs By Queen's Pleasure
Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Queen's Pleasure
Performer
Jurre Otto
Lead Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Jurre Otto
Songwriter
Samuel Rubinstein
Songwriter
Jelmer van Os
Songwriter
Teun Putker
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Frans Hagenaars
Producer
Lyrics
I read it on the pages through my tensed up dirty hands
The dustiest of chapters about the spread of stolen land
And I'm sure I wasn't meant to but I did profit from their cries
And I don't have a good word for you if we talk about the lies
The religious excuses make a grey mess of it all
'Cause you got famous at the gates of every European hall
You were not a victim then and you feel fine to let it bleed
But you are chewing on the people with statues as your teeth
And I know it now seems funny that we used to be so great
The kingdom of dying people, queen of butchering the maids
But tell me 'bout it all, the VOC and mister Graal
And rip the pages out the books for us to see and show them all
But my eyes adored you too
Like I always knew
My eyes could fool me too
Now it's unveiling you
My
You got famous in New York
You got famous in Bali
Don't want to hear your problems
While you were conquering the seas
So cover me in wine
'Cause golden things are meant to shine
Shining as the carriage misconstrues the meaning of our time
So paint me a picture until I bleach you out
Show me colours so I could ease all the things that make me proud
But you tried to burn the pages and hang them before they fall
'Cause being history's villains doesn't look nice on your wall
But my eyes adored you too
Like I always knew
My eyes could fool me too
Now it's unveiling you
My eyes adored you too
Like I always knew
And I adored you
I read it on the pages through my tensed up dirty hands
The dustiest of chapters about the spread of chartered land
You were not a victim then and you feel fine to let it bleed
But you are chewing on the people with statues as your teeth
And I'm sure I'm not supposed to but I still feel a form of pride
But I never make excuses for the pain and for the lies
Yeah, I look at them hide behind a statue of a saint
So what comes after the past if it's still wet from the paint?
My eyes adored you too
My eyes adored you too
My eyes adored you too
My eyes adored you too
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