Karaoké The Queen Is Dead The Smiths

Oh take me back to dear old Blighty

Put me on the train for London Town

Take me anywhere

Drop me anywhere

In Liverpool, Leeds or Birmingham but I don't care

I should like to see

I don't bless them

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 eighteenth 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

So I broke into the Palace with a sponge and a rusty spanner

She said I know you and you cannot sing

I said That's nothin' 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

We can go for a walk where it's quiet and dry and talk about precious things

Like love and law and poverty

Oh oh oh oh oh oh

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

Oh oh oh

These are the things that kill me

All their lies about makeup and long hair are still there

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

Life is very long when you're lonely