"She's my Bandit Queen, lain beneath the moon
In a bandit cave, a blanket laid for two
If I could find a way to your hideaway by the sea
O Bandit Queen, steal away to me.

Somewhere on a mountain, by a starry water fountain
In an alcove hid by some trees
Amidst a pile of treasure, reclining at her leisure,
My ladylove sniffs as the breeze.

And sitting up, she adjusts her turban
And takes another swig from a bottle of bourbon
And listening to the whistling of the train in station,
Odds are it'll never reach it's destination."

Another Decemberists based piece. What can I say, they lend themselves so well to illustration.

Bandit Queen song and lyrics are The Decemberists, Art is mine.