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