Lyrics:

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 Dear Charles, don't you ever crave To appear on the front of the Daily Mail Dressed in your mother's bridal veil? 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 Has the world changed or have I changed? Has the world changed or have I changed? As some 9-year old tough peddles drugs (I swear I never even knew what drugs WERE) And 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'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 things that kill me 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 Past the Pub that wrecks your body And the church - all they want is your money The Queen is dead, boys You can trust me, boys (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 lo