by Jennifer Crate

Created on: March 03, 2007   Last Updated: May 14, 2007

Before money made thieves of everyone
And the rules were less strict
The lines were blurry
And the nights were ours
Nothing seemed too big
When everything was real
And my family was you
When metal was God
And we worshiped daily
With the windows blacked out
There were no labels
Except on the beer
No questions
And no one got hurt
I was Strawberry Queen
And my subjects knew it

Before money made thieves of everyone
And I was Queen
Of the basement...

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