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