The Queen Is Dead

(Take me back to dear old blighty
Put me on the train for London Town
Take me anywhere
Drop me anywhere
In Liverpool, Leeds, or Birmingham, well I don't care
I should like to see-)

(Royals, bless them)
Farewell... to this land's cheerless marshes
Hemmed in like a boar between archers
Her very Lowness with her head in a sling
I'm truly sorry but it sounds like a wonderful thing
"I say, Charles, don't you ever crave
To appear on the front of the Daily Mail
Dressed in your mother's bridal veil?"

And so I checked all the registered historical facts

And I was shocked into shame to discover
How I'm the 18th pale descendant
Of some old queen or other
Oh has the world changed or have I changed?
Oh has the world changed or have I changed?
Some 9-year-old tough who peddles drugs
(I swear to God, I swear
I never even knew what drugs were)
So I broke into the Palace
With a sponge and a rusty spanner
She said: "Eh, I know and you cannot sing!"
I said: "That's nothing, you should hear me play piano!"
We can go for a walk where it's quiet and dry
And talk about precious things
But when you're tied to your mother's apron
No one talks about castration
We can go for a walk where it's quiet and dry
And talk about precious things
Like Love and Law and Poverty
These are the things that kill me
We can go for a walk where it's quiet and dry
And talk about precious things
But the rain that flattens my hair
These are the things that kill me
All their lies about make-up and long hair, still there
Pass the pub who saps your body
And the church who'll snatch your money
The Queen is dead, boys
And it's so lonely on a limb
Pass the pub that wrecks your body

And the church - all they want is your money

The Queen is dead, boys

And it's so lonely on a limb

Life is very long when you're lonely
Life is very long when you're lonely
Life is very long when you're lonely
Life is very long when you're lonely