Randomosity!
Take me back to dear ol' Blighty/Put me on the train for London town/Take me anywhere/Drop me anywhere/Liverpool, Leeds or Brimingham/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 her 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.../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 another
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, "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 Pun who saps your body/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.
A cookie to the one who can guess the name of that song. And no, don't look it up, believe me, I'll know.
I don't bless them/Farewell to this land's cheerless marshes/Hemmed in like a boar between arches/Her very lowness with her 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.../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 another
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, "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 Pun who saps your body/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.
A cookie to the one who can guess the name of that song. And no, don't look it up, believe me, I'll know.