smiths the queen is dead take me back Lyrics
            Take me back to dear old Blighty
            Put me on the train for London town
            Take me everywhere
            Drop me anywhere
            At Liverpool, Leeds, or Birmingham
            Well, I don't care
            I should like to see
        
            Farewell to this land's cheerless marshes
            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
        
            Dear Charles, don't you ever crave
            To appear on the front of the Daily Mail
            Dressed in your mother's bridal veil?
        
            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?
            Oh, has the world changed or have I changed
            As some nine-year old tough peddles drugs
            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 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, oh
            These are the things that kill me
        
            All the lies about make-up and long hair,
            They're still there
        
            Past the pub that saps your body
            And the church who'll s_____ 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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