The Queen Is Dead
Farewell to this land's cheerless marchesHemmed in like a boar between archesHer very Lowness with her head in a slingI'm truly sorry but it sounds like a wonderful thing
I say Charles don't you ever craveTo appear on the front of the Daily MailDressed in your Mother's bridal veil?
And so I checked all the registered historical factsAnd I was shocked into shame to discoverHow I'm the 18th pale descendentOf 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 drugsI swear to God, I swear I never even knew what drugs were
So I broke into the PalaceWith a sponge and a rusty spannerShe 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 dryAnd talk about precious thingsBut when you are tied to your mother's apronNo-one talks about castration
We can go for a walk where it's quiet and dryAnd talk about precious thingsLike love and law and povertyThese are the things that kill me
We can go for a walk where it's quiet and dryAnd talk about precious thingsBut the rain that flattens my hairThese are the things that kill me
Passed the pub that saps your bodyAnd the church who'll snatch your moneyThe Queen is dead, boysAnd it's so lonely on a limb
Pass the pub that wrecks your bodyAnd the church, all they want is your moneyThe Queen is dead, boysAnd it's so lonely on a limb
Life is very long, when you're lonelyLife is very long, when you're lonelyLife is very long, when you're lonelyLife is very long, when you're lonely