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2008
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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 
But I don't care,
I should like to see my...

I don't bless them
Farewell to this land's cheerless marshes 
Hemmed in like a boar between arches 
Her very Lowness with a head in a sling 
I'm truly sorry - but it sounds like a wonderful thing 

I said Charles, don't you ever crave 
To appear on the front of the Daily Mail 
Dressed in your Mother's bridal veil? 
Oh... 
And so, I checked all the registered historical facts 
And I was shocked into shame to discover 
How I'm the eighteenth pale descendant 
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
Oh... 
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
Oh... 

We can go for a walk where it's quiet and dry 
And talk about precious things 
Like love and law and poverty 
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, these are the things that kill me 

All their lies about make-up and long hair, are still there 

Past 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 
Past 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

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Written by: STEVEN MORRISSEY, JOHNNY MARR

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