The Queen Is Dead Lyrics

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)