No Man's Land

The Queen of the Lowlands Is sleepless tonight She's walking on marble floors In the pale moonlight The oilman from Texas Still pulling the strings In this palace of puppets Of my paper King No one will sleep In the fields of Verdun No one will finish, end What they just had begun I'm in a manhole Looking for light And I wonder why the German philosophers And the English poets just always fight In this no man's land No man's land Did you see Elvis in his kitchen tonight He's got a Memphis blues And a real strong appetite He's walking through Graceland In a black leather suit He's smelling home cooking It's only... it's only the river Only the river, only Elena Ceauşescu is still wide awake She's counting her shoes And she knows that she made She made a mistake So let's start again The night is still young Voices outside are singing Singing a folk song A folk song No man's land No man's land No man's land No man's land Louis XIV, he cannot sleep He's walking through the corridors of his Of his funky antique He got 300 pillows and 400 chairs He's counting his clocks Can you hear them ticking Tic toc tic toc tic