Towers and trials from thrones and carriages   Crossing the seas and whispering in passages   Murder and marriages fit for a queen   Taking me down, down, down      Holy Moses, I never set eyes upon this queen   Holy Ghost, am I having to die because of she?      From six little girls, diamonds and pearls   To two lonely queens sewn at the seams   Well, I'm sure she must feel quite the same      Holy Moses, I'm having to die because of she   Holy Ghost, could I look into the eyes of such a queen?      This fate's been waiting for me since I was alive   Doomed and so I die      Holy Moses, I, I'm robbed of my all except my fear   Holy Ghost, will I come back again, come back again?      Holy Moses, will she watch me?   Holy Mother, will she mourn me?