(Take me back to. Dear Old Blighty. Put me on the train to London town. Take me anywhere. Drop me anywhere. Liverpool Leeds or Birmingham. But I don't care!. I should like to see...). By land by sea. Farewell.... To this land's cheerless marshes. 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. Dear Charles don't you ever crave. To appear on the front of the daily mail. Dressed in your mother's bridal veil?. 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. Has the world changed or have I changed?. Has the world changed or have I changed?. As some 9-year old tough. Peddles drugs. (I swear to god I swear. I never even knew what drugs were). And 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. We can go for a walk where it's quiet and dry. And talk about precious things. Like love and law and poverty. 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. These are things that kill me. (all their lies about make up. And long hair they're still there). Past the pub that 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