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

By land, by sea

Farewell

To this land's cheerless marshes

Hemmed in like a boar between arches

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 eighteenth 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 nine-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 you, 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, oh-oh

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, oh

These are the things that kill me

All their lies about make up and long hair are still there

Passed the pub that saps your body

And the church who'll snatch your money

The Queen is dead, boys, and it's so lonely on a limb

Passed 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