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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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Artist: Smiths