The Queen Is Dead (Live in Boston)

[Verse 1]
(Farewell) To this land's 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?

[Verse 2]
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 othеr
Oh, has the world changed or have I changеd?
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
(Oh, oh-oh, oh)

[Verse 3]
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

[Verse 4]
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

[Outro]
Life is very long when you're lonely
Life is very long when you're lonely
Life is very long when you're lonely