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