The real Queen of Hoxton has no fancy dresses
and doesn't cover his face with tons of make-up.
He's no shallow and empty hipster strolling
their falsity and hypocritical quotes
The real Queen of Hoxton, is truly lost
in the night and he tells me that he doesn't know where to go
The Queen of Hoxton is a rolling stone,
and there is no song, there is no complacent reading,
there are no shallow quotes that found true in their words.
The Queen of Hoxton with his pale and deep blue eyes,
his cut lip, old scars but burning wounds,
The Queen of Hoxton with his thick soft hands,
under the bridge with train roaring over his head,
at the bus stop, resting at the post office door.
Getting lost in a goddanm city doesn't sound fun anymore,
Being lost it's the pain in what he says, and the tears in his eyes,
There's a flat back in Vilnus called Home but there are no
paths that leads you there, although I say "You'll find your way home"
I look at you Queen of Hoxton while you talk
wondering how you got here, to this cold night
standing next to me, with your coins in your pocket,
and the cigarrette between your fingers,
I feel shame of seeing you wasted.
Queen of hoxton, I don't want to think about myself.
The Queen of Hoxton, shouts "Catholic Apostolic Roman"
and beats his breast
Half lithuanian, half russian
The Queen of Hoxton fought against "motherfucker
russians", he killed dozens of russians.
"Russians don't like us" and he splits the sidewalk
and swears "motherfucker russians",
then back to me "Sorry about that".
Queen of Hoxton gets into to the shop
and asks me to wait for him,
He invites me a beer with those coins in his pocket,
Maybe i'm one of the few that looked him in his eyes today
I watch how people around look at him, and they can see nothing
and they can see nothing 'cause they have nothing to give,
in they empty minds, in their warmest clothes,
in their flat hearts, they can't see any bright,
the bright that doesn't shine, the bright that is light,
that one! that one that makes you feel, a write,
and makes you mad because there is something bigger
over the dust and dirty, there is something bigger as you feel it.
And that spanish boy, i feel sorry about the anger in his eyes and
the arrogance in his mouth.
Queen of Hoxton, I say goodbye to you,
I walk down the rain hoping to find home.
