When she gets there she knows, if the stores are all closed.
With a word she can get what she came for.
Ooh, ooh, and she's buying a stairway to Heaven.

Brace yourself, I'll take you on a trip down memory lane.
This is not a rap on how I'm slingin' crack or move cocaine.
This is cul-de-sac and plenty Cognac and major pain.
Not the drill sergeant, but the stress that weighin' on your brain.

Take me down to the Paradise City.
Where the grass is green and the girls are pretty.
Oh, won't you please take me home?

She's a Killer Queen
Gunpowder, gelatine
Dynamite with a laser beam
Guaranteed to blow your mind
Anytime...
Rosé

I look inside myself and see my heart is black
I see my red door, I must have it painted black
Maybe then I'll fade away and not have to face the facts
It's not easy facin' up when your whole world is black
No more will my green sea go turn a deeper blue
I could not foresee this thing happening to you