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Morrissey – The Queen Is Dead lyrics
(Take me back to dear old Blighty
Put me on the train to London Town
Take me anywhere, drop me anywhere
Liverpool, Leeds or Birmingham,
But I don't care!
I should like to see my)
(By land, by sea)
Farewell
To this lands cheerless marches
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
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 descendent
Of some old queen or other
Has the world changed, or have I changed?
Has the world changed, or have I changed?
Some 9-year old tough peddles drugs
(I swear to God 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 the things that kill me
(All their lies about make up
And long hair they're still there)
Passed 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
Put me on the train to London Town
Take me anywhere, drop me anywhere
Liverpool, Leeds or Birmingham,
But I don't care!
I should like to see my)
(By land, by sea)
Farewell
To this lands cheerless marches
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
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 descendent
Of some old queen or other
Has the world changed, or have I changed?
Has the world changed, or have I changed?
Some 9-year old tough peddles drugs
(I swear to God 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 the things that kill me
(All their lies about make up
And long hair they're still there)
Passed 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
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