The Queen Is Dead (2011 Remaster)

Farewell...

To this land's cheerless marshes

Hemmed in like a boar between archers

Her very Lowness with her head in a sling

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

"I say, 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

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)

So I broke into the Palace

With a sponge and a rusty spanner

She said: "Eh, I know 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 the things that kill me

All their lies about make-up and long hair, still there

Pass 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

Pass 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