{"id":7116,"date":"2009-06-07T13:00:57","date_gmt":"2009-06-07T11:00:57","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.jensunmack.dk\/wordpress-3\/?p=7116"},"modified":"2009-06-07T13:00:57","modified_gmt":"2009-06-07T11:00:57","slug":"the-queen-is-dead-boys","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/www.jensunmack.dk\/wordpress-3\/the-queen-is-dead-boys\/","title":{"rendered":"The Queen is dead, boys…"},"content":{"rendered":"

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THE QUEEN IS DEAD<\/a><\/em><\/p>\n

Farewell
\nTo this lands cheerless marches
\nHemmed in like a boar between arches
\nHer very Lowness with her head in a sling
\nI’m truly sorry
\nBut it sounds like a wonderful thing<\/em><\/p>\n

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I say Charles, don’t you ever crave
\nTo appear on the front of the Daily mail
\nDressed in your Mother’s bridal veil?<\/p>\n

And so,\u00a0
\nI checked all
\nThe registered historical facts
\nAnd I was shocked into shame to discover
\nHow I’m the 18th pale descendent
\nOf some old queen or other
\nHas the world changed, or have I changed?
\nHas the world changed, or have I changed?
\nSome 9-year old tough peddles drugs
\n(I swear to God I swear
\nI never even knew what drugs were)<\/p>\n

And so, I broke into the Palace
\nWith a sponge and a rusty spanner
\nShe said:
\n“Eh, I know you
\nAnd you cannot sing”
\nI said:
\n“that’s nothing
\nYou should hear me play piano”<\/p>\n

We can go for a walk
\nWhere it’s quiet and dry
\nAnd talk about precious things
\nBut when you’re tied
\nTo your Mother’s apron
\nNo one talks about castration<\/p>\n

We can go for a walk
\nWhere it’s quiet and dry
\nAnd talk about precious things
\nLike love and law and poverty
\nThese are the things that kill me<\/p>\n

We can go for a walk
\nWhere it’s quiet and dry
\nAnd talk about precious things
\nBut the rain that flattens my hair
\nThese are the things that kill me
\n(All their lies about make up
\nAnd long hair they’re still there)<\/p>\n

Passed the Pub who saps your body
\nAnd the church
\nWho’ll snatch your money
\nThe Queen is dead, boys
\nAnd it’s so lonely on a limb<\/p>\n

Pass the pub that wrecks your body
\nAnd the church
\nAll they want is your money
\nThe Queen is dead, boys
\nAnd it’s so lonely on a limb<\/p>\n

Life is very long, when you’re lonely
\nLife is very long, when you’re lonely
\nLife is very long, when you’re lonely
\nLife is very long, when you’re lonely\u00a0<\/em><\/p>\n

\u00a9 Morrissey\/Marr<\/span><\/em><\/p>\n

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THE QUEEN IS DEAD Farewell To this lands cheerless marches 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 I say Charles, don’t you ever crave To appear on the front of the Daily mail Dressed in your … L\u00e6s videre The Queen is dead, boys…<\/span> →<\/span><\/a><\/p>\n