The Queen Is Dead (2017 Master)

Farewell... To this land's cheerless marshes Hemmed in like a boar between archers Her very Lowness with her head in a sling I'm truly 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 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 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 lies about make-up and long hair, still there 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 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