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Lyrical genius: The Queen is Dead!
  • IdiAminDaDa
    Posts: 7,454

    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 archers 
    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 ? 
    Oh ... 
    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 


    Oh, has the world changed, or have I changed ? 
    Oh 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
    Oh ... 
    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
    Oh ... 


    We can go for a walk where it's quiet and dry 
    And talk about precious things 
    Like love and law and poverty 
    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 


    Past the Pub who saps your body 
    And the church who'll **** 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

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