The Queen Is Dead (Live in Boston)

Farewell, cheerless marshes Hemmed in like a boar between archers Her very lowness with her head in a sling 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 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 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 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... Past the pub that 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 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