The Queen Is Dead (2011 Remaster) - The Smiths

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

But I don't care

I should like to see my

I don't bless them

Farewell to this land's 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

Oh

And so I checked all the registered historical facts

And I was shocked into shame to discover

How I'm the 18th pale descendant

Of some old queen or other

Oh has the world changed or have I changed

Oh has the world changed or have I changed

Some nine-year old tough who peddles ***

I swear to God

I swear I never even knew what *** were

Oh

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

Oh

We can go for a walk where it's quiet and dry

And talk about precious things

Like love and law and poverty

Oh 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 their lies about make-up and long hair are still there

Past 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

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