The Queen Is Dead

Farewell to cheerless marshes Hemmed in like a boar between arches Her very lowness with a head in a sling I'm truly sorry, but it sounds like a wonderful thing I said, "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 I was shocked into shame to discover I am this 18th pale descendant Of some old queen or another 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 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 Past the pub who wrecks your body And the church, wants to snatch your money The queen is dead, boys And it's so lonely on a limb Past the pub who wrecks your body And the church, all they want is your money The queen is dead, boys You can trust me, boys Life is very long, when you're lonely Life is very long, when you're lonely