The Queen Is Dead Lyrics

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
Dear Charles, don't you ever crave
To appear on the front of the Daily Mail
Dressed in your mother's bridal veil?

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

Has the world changed or have I changed?
Has the world changed or have I changed?
As some 9-year old tough peddles drugs
(I swear I never even knew what drugs WERE)

And 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
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 things that kill me

Past 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

Past the Pub that wrecks your body
And the church - all they want is your money
The Queen is dead, boys
You can trust me, boys

(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)

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