Smiths - The Queen Is Dead lyrics
rate meOh ! Take me back to dear old Blighty, <br />
Put me on the train for London Town, <br />
Take me anywhere, <br />
Drop me anywhere, <br />
Liverpool, Leeds or Birmingham <br />
But I don't care,<br />
I should like to see my ...<br />
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I don't bless them<br />
Farewell to this land's cheerless marshes <br />
Hemmed in like a boar between arches <br />
Her very Lowness with a head in a sling <br />
I'm truly sorry - but it sounds like a wonderful thing <br />
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I said Charles, don't you ever crave <br />
To appear on the front of the Daily Mail <br />
Dressed in your Mother's bridal veil ? <br />
Oh ... <br />
And so, I checked all the registered historical facts <br />
And I was shocked into shame to discover <br />
How I'm the 18th pale descendant <br />
Of some old queen or other <br />
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Oh, has the world changed, or have I changed ? <br />
Oh has the world changed, or have I changed ? <br />
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Some 9-year old tough who peddles drugs <br />
I swear to God <br />
I swear : I never even knew what drugs were<br />
Oh ... <br />
So, I broke into the palace <br />
With a sponge and a rusty spanner <br />
She said : "Eh, I know you, and you cannot sing"<br />
I said : "That's nothing - you should hear me play piano"<br />
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We can go for a walk where it's quiet and dry <br />
And talk about precious things <br />
But when you're tied to your Mother's apron<br />
No-one talks about castration<br />
Oh ... <br />
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We can go for a walk where it's quiet and dry <br />
And talk about precious things <br />
Like love and law and poverty <br />
Oh, these are the things that kill me <br />
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We can go for a walk where it's quiet and dry <br />
And talk about precious things <br />
But the rain that flattens my hair ...<br />
Oh, these are the things that kill me <br />
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All their lies about make-up and long hair, are still there <br />
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Past the Pub who saps your body <br />
And the church who'll snatch your money <br />
The Queen is dead, boys <br />
And it's so lonely on a limb <br />
Past the Pub that wrecks your body <br />
And the church - all they want is your money <br />
The Queen is dead, boys <br />
And it's so lonely on a limb <br />
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Life is very long, when you're lonely<br />
Life is very long, when you're lonely<br />
Life is very long, when you're lonely<br />
Life is very long, when you're lonely
