The Smiths - The Queen Is Dead (2017 Master)

(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) (By land, by sea) Farewell to this land's cheerless marshes Hemmed in like a boar between arches 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? Ooh, ooh-oh, ooh 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? Some nine-year-old tough who peddles drugs I swear to God, I swear I never even knew what drugs were Ooh, ooh-oh, ooh 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 are tied to your mother's apron No one talks about castration, ooh, ooh-oh, ooh We can go for a walk where it's quiet and dry And talk about precious things Like love and law and poverty, ooh-ooh 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, ooh These are the things that kill me All those lies about makeup and long hair, they're still there Passed 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 Life is very long when you're lonely