The Queen Is Dead

A dreaded sunny day
So i meet you at the cemetry gates
Keats and yeats are on your side
A dreaded sunny day
So i meet you at the cemetry gates
Keats and yeats are on your side
While wilde is on mine

So we go inside and we gravely read the stones
All those people, all those lives
Where are they now ?
With loves, and hates
And passions just like mine
They were born
And then they lived
And then they died
It seems so unfair
I want to cry


You say : "'ere thrice the sun done salutation to the dawn"
And you claim these words as your own
But i've read well, and i've heard them said
A hundred times (maybe less, maybe more)
If you must write prose/poems
The words you use should be your own
Don't plagiarise or take "on loan"
'cause there's always someone, somewhere
With a big nose, who knows
And who trips you up and laughs
When you fall
Who'll trip you up and laugh
When you fall


You say : "'ere long done do does did"
Words which could only be your own
And then produce the text
From whence was ripped
(some dizzy whore, 1804)


A dreaded sunny day
So let's go where we're happy
And i meet you at the cemetry gates
Oh, keats and yeats are on your side
A dreaded sunny day
So let's go where we're wanted
And i meet you at the cemetry gates
Keats and yeats are on your side
But you lose
'cause weird lover wilde is on mine


Sure !

I was minding my business
Lifting some lead off
The roof of the holy name church
It was worthwhile living a laughable life
To set my eyes on the blistering sight
Of a vicar in a tutu
He's not strange
He just wants to live his life this way

A scanty bit of a thing
With a decorative ring
That wouldn't cover the head of a goose
As rose collects the money in a cannister
Who comes sliding down the bannister ?
The vicar in a tutu
He's not strange
He just wants to live his life this way


The monkish monsignor
With a head full of plaster
Said : "my man, get your vile soul dry-cleaned"
As rose counts the money in the cannister
As natural as rain
He dances again
My god !
The vicar in a tutu
Oh yeah
Oh yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Oh ...
The vicar in a tutu
Oh yeah
Oh ...


The next day in the pulpit
With freedom and ease
Combatting ignorance, dust, and disease
As rose counts the money in the cannister
As natural as rain
He dances again and again and again


In the fabric of a tutu
Any man could get used to
And i am the living sign
And i'm a living sign
I am a living sign
I'm a living sign
I am a living sign
I'm a living sign
Sign ...
I am a living sign

Sweetness, sweetness i was only joking
When i said i'd like to smash every tooth
In your head

Oh ... sweetness, sweetness, i was only joking
When i said by rights you should be
Bludgeoned in your bed


And now i know how joan of arc felt
Now i know how joan of arc felt
As the flames rose to her roman nose
And her walkman started to melt
Oh ...


Bigmouth, la ... bigmouth, la ...
Bigmouth strikes again
And i've got no right to take my place
With the human race


Oh, bigmouth, la ... bigmouth, la
Bigmouth strikes again
And i've got no right to take my place
With the human race


And now i know how joan of arc felt
Now i know how joan of arc felt
As the flames rose to her roman nose
And her hearing aid started to melt


Bigmouth, la ... bigmouth, la ...
Bigmouth strikes again
And i've got no right to take my place
With the human race
Oh ...


Bigmouth, oh ... bigmouth, la ...
Bigmouth strikes again
And i've got no right to take my place
With the human race
Oh ...


Bigmouth, oh ... bigmouth, la ...
Bigmouth strikes again
And i've got no right to take my place
With the human race
Oh ...


Bigmouth, oh ... bigmouth, la ...
Bigmouth strikes again
And i've got no right to take my place
With the human race
Oh ...

Take me out tonight
Where there's music and there's people
And they're young and alive
Driving in your car
I never never want to go home
Because i haven't got one
Anymore

Take me out tonight
Because i want to see people and i
Want to see life
Driving in your car
Oh, please don't drop me home
Because it's not my home, it's their
Home, and i'm welcome no more


And if a double-decker bus
Crashes into us
To die by your side
Is such a heavenly way to die
And if a ten-ton truck
Kills the both of us
To die by your side
Well, the pleasure - the privilege is mine


Take me out tonight
Take me anywhere, i don't care
I don't care, i don't care
And in the darkened underpass
I thought oh god, my chance has come at last
(but then a strange fear gripped me and i
Just couldn't ask)


Take me out tonight
Oh, take me anywhere, i don't care
I don't care, i don't care
Driving in your car
I never never want to go home
Because i haven't got one, da ...
Oh, i haven't got one


And if a double-decker bus
Crashes into us
To die by your side
Is such a heavenly way to die
And if a ten-ton truck
Kills the both of us
To die by your side
Well, the pleasure - the privilege is mine


Oh, there is a light and it never goes out
There is a light and it never goes out
There is a light and it never goes out
There is a light and it never goes out
There is a light and it never goes out
There is a light and it never goes out
There is a light and it never goes out
There is a light and it never goes out
There is a light and it never goes out

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 18th 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 9-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