///*****/// [Intro] (Slinky half-time riff, tambourine, dirty guitar bends) [Verse 1] She came in through the alley with a laminate she stole Cigarette like a sceptre and a hurricane soul She knows the names of every roadie in this town She knows which door is open when the whole place is locked down Black lace and leather and a switchblade smile She's been breaking hearts professionally for a while She don't want your money and she don't want your ring She just wants to stand beside the noise when the amplifiers sing [Pre-Chorus] She's not a groupie, she's not a guest She's the one this whole circus loves the best [Chorus] She's the queen of the stage door Crown made of neon and rain She's the queen of the stage door Nobody ever learns her name But when the lights go down and the whole world roars She's the reason we still come back for more Queen of the stage door! [Verse 3 - Spoken Aside] (You know the type. Every city's got one. Every city needs one.) [Verse 2] She's got Polaroids of legends taped inside her door Half of them are dead now and the rest don't tour no more She saw the second album cut in a basement made of dust She saw the whole thing rise and she saw the whole thing bust And she never asked for credit and she never took a dime She just fed the hungry bands and told them all they'd be fine So when you see her tonight standing where the shadows fall Understand she's not the sideshow, she's the reason for it all [Pre-Chorus] She's not a groupie, she's not a guest She's the one this whole circus loves the best [Chorus] She's the queen of the stage door Crown made of neon and rain She's the queen of the stage door Nobody ever learns her name But when the lights go down and the whole world roars She's the reason we still come back for more Queen of the stage door! [Guitar Solo] (Sleazy, slow-burning, greasy bends and a talk-box style wah conversation) [Bridge] Somebody bring her up here, let her see it from the stage Let her look out at the fire that she stoked for all these years Twelve thousand people screaming for a woman with no name Come on, put your hands together, let her hear it Right now! [Final Chorus] She's the queen of the stage door Crown made of neon and rain She's the queen of the stage door Tonight the whole world knows her name And when the lights go down and the whole world roars She's the reason we still come back for more Queen of the stage door! Yeah! [Verse 3] She was there the night in Bristol when the whole PA went down And she organised eight hundred people singing in the round She was there the night we buried our first drummer in the rain Standing at the back in black and never asking to be seen So don't you call her hanger-on and don't you call her fan She's the last true believer in a disappearing land [Outro] (Slinky riff sliding down, tambourine fading, crowd cheering) Long may she reign.
