The Queen Is Dead - Live in London, 1986

Lyrics for The Queen Is Dead - Live in London, 1986

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 'Cause I don't care, I should like to see my... By land, by sea. Farewell... to this land's cheerless marshes Hemmed in like a boar between archers1 Her very Lowness with her head in a sling I'm truely 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 Oh has the world changed or have I changed? Oh has the world changed or have I changed? As 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 life, they make love and then pierce through me 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 limb2 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