[Verse 1]
Well I met the queen of Iowa
She was dying on a couch in the suburbs
And with all of the things she was dying of
She was more alive than the others
[Pre-Chorus 1]
She was pretty as a flower in a crystal vase
It lights up the room as it withers away
She opened her eyes when she heard the music play
[Chorus 1]
We sang a hymn to the rhythm of the river that flows
Down from the mountain of the Holy Ghost
And into the souls
Of those who know His name
Like the Queen of Iowa
She was the Queen of Iowa
[Verse 2]
Well Her Majesty was all ablaze
She was burning hot but not consumed
Our shoes removed in that holy place
In the hallowed ground of the living room
[Pre-Chorus 2]
I bowed down low and I kissed her hand
And we raised a toast to the Promised Land
And I saw the tears of joy run down her face
Well I met the queen of Iowa
She was dying on a couch in the suburbs
And with all of the things she was dying of
She was more alive than the others
[Pre-Chorus 1]
She was pretty as a flower in a crystal vase
It lights up the room as it withers away
She opened her eyes when she heard the music play
[Chorus 1]
We sang a hymn to the rhythm of the river that flows
Down from the mountain of the Holy Ghost
And into the souls
Of those who know His name
Like the Queen of Iowa
She was the Queen of Iowa
[Verse 2]
Well Her Majesty was all ablaze
She was burning hot but not consumed
Our shoes removed in that holy place
In the hallowed ground of the living room
[Pre-Chorus 2]
I bowed down low and I kissed her hand
And we raised a toast to the Promised Land
And I saw the tears of joy run down her face
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