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{ | {{Songbox | ||
| Name = The Queen Is Dead (song) | |||
| Album = [[The Queen Is Dead]] | |||
| Name | | Length = 6:24 (Album version)<br>6:06 (No Intro)<br>7:29 (Demo)<br>3:36 (Instrumental demo) | ||
| Writer = Morrissey/Marr | |||
| Producer = [[Morrissey]]<br>[[Johnny Marr]] | |||
| Album | | Recorded = Winter 1985 | ||
| Release = June 1986 | |||
| ArtistType = The Smiths | |||
}} | }} | ||
[[Category:The Smiths Lyrics]] | |||
[[Category:The Smiths Lyrics]] | |||
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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 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 | |||
}} | |||
== | {{CommonSongSections | Artist = The Smiths | Song = {{#replace:{{#replace:{{PAGENAME}}| (single)|}}| (song)|}}}} |
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