No Man's Land - Nits

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