THE QUEEN IS DEAD

Oh ! Take me back to dear old Blighty,

Put me on the train for London Town,

Take me anywhere, Drop me anywhere,

Liverpool, Leeds or Birmingham

But I don't care,I should like to see my ...

I don't bless them

Farewell to this land's cheerless marshes

Hemmed in like a boar between arches

Her very Lowness with a head in a sling

I'm truly sorry - but it sounds like a wonderful thing

I said 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

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 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 frustration

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, are still there

Past 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

Past 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

-The Smiths-