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THE QUEEN IS DEAD

     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
     'Cause I don't care,
     I should like to see...

     Violent person ...
     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

FRANKLY, MR. SHANKLY

     Frankly, Mr. Shankly, this position I've held
     It pays my way, and it corrodes my soul
     I want to leave, you will not miss me
     I want to go down in musical history

     Frankly, Mr. Shankly, I'm a sickening wreck
     I've got the 21st century breathing down my neck
     I must move fast, you understand me
     I want to go down in celluloid history, Mr. Shankly

     Fame, Fame, fatal Fame
     It can play hideous tricks on the brain
     But still I'd rather be Famous
     Than righteous or holy, any day
     Any day, any day

     But sometimes I'd feel more fulfilled
     Making Christmas cards with the mentally ill
     I want to live and I want to Love
     I want to catch something that I might be ashamed of

     Frankly, Mr. Shankly, this position I've held
     It pays my way and it corrodes my soul
     Oh, I didn't realise that you wrote poetry
     I didn't realise you wrote such bloody awful poetry, Mr. Shankly

     Frankly, Mr. Shankly, since you ask
     You are a flatulent pain in the arse
     I do not mean to be so rude
     Still, I must speak frankly, Mr. Shankly

Oh, give us your money !

I KNOW IT'S OVER

     Oh Mother, I can feel the soil falling over my head
     And as I climb into an empty bed
     Oh well. Enough said.
     I know it's over - still I cling
     I don't know where else I can go
     Oh ...
     Oh Mother, I can feel the soil falling over my head
     See, the sea wants to take me
     The knife wants to slit me
     Do you think you can help me ?
     Sad veiled bride, please be happy
     Handsome groom, give her room
     Loud, loutish lover, treat her kindly
     (Though she needs you
     More than she loves you)
     And I know it's over - still I cling
     I don't know where else I can go
     Over and over and over and over
     Over and over, la ...
     I know it's over
     And it never really began
     But in my heart it was so real
     And you even spoke to me, and said :
     "If you're so funny
     Then why are you on your own tonight ?
     And if you're so clever
     Then why are you on your own tonight ?
     If you're so very entertaining
     Then why are you on your own tonight ?
     If you're so very good-looking
     Why do you sleep alone tonight ?
     I know ...
     'Cause tonight is just like any other night
     That's why you're on your own tonight
     With your triumphs and your charms
     While they're in each other's arms..."
     It's so easy to laugh
     It's so easy to hate
     It takes strength to be gentle and kind
     Over, over, over, over
     It's so easy to laugh
     It's so easy to hate
     It takes guts to be gentle and kind
     Over, over
     Love is Natural and Real
     But not for you, my love
     Not tonight, my love
     Love is Natural and Real
     But not for such as you and I, my love
     Oh Mother, I can feel the soil falling over my head
     Oh Mother, I can feel the soil falling over my head
     Oh Mother, I can feel the soil falling over my head
     Oh Mother, I can feel the soil falling over my ...
     Oh Mother, I can feel the soil falling over my head
     Oh Mother, I can even feel the soil falling over my head
     Oh Mother, I can feel the soil falling over my head
     Oh Mother, I can feel the soil falling over my ...

NEVER HAD NO ONE EVER

     When you walk without ease
     On these
     Streets were you were raised
     I had a really bad dream
     It lasted 20 years, 7 months, and 27 days
     I never, I'm alone, and I
     Never, ever oh ... had no one ever

     Now I'm outside your house
     I'm alone
     And I'm outside your house
     I hate to intrude ...
     Oh, Alone, I'm Alone, I'm Alone, I'm Alone
     I'm Alone
     I'm Alone
     And I never, never ... oh ... had no one ever
     I never had no one ever
     I never had no, no one ever
     Had no one never
     Never ... no ...
     Oh ...

CEMETRY GATES

     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 !

BIGMOUTH STRIKES AGAIN

     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 ...

THE BOY WITH THE THORN IN HIS SIDE

     The boy with the thorn in his side
     Behind the hatred there lies
     A murderous desire for love
     How can they look into my eyes
     And still they don't believe me ?
     How can they hear me say those words
     Still they don't believe me ?
     And if they don't believe me now
     Will they ever believe me ?
     And if they don't believe me now
     Will they ever, they ever, believe me ?
     Oh ...

     The boy with the thorn in his side
     Behind the hatred there lies
     A plundering desire for love
     How can they see the Love in our eyes
     And still they don't believe us ?
     And after all this time
     They don't want to believe us
     And if they don't believe us now
     Will they ever believe us ?
     And when you want to Live
     How do you start ?
     Where do you go ?
     Who do you need to know ?

     Oh ...
     Oh no ...
     Oh ...
     La ...

VICAR IN A TUTU

     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

THERE IS A LIGHT THAT NEVER GOES OUT

     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

     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

SOME GIRLS ARE BIGGER THAN OTHERS

     From the ice-age to the dole-age
     There is but one concern
     I have just discovered :

     Some girls are bigger than others
     Some girls are bigger than others
     Some girl's mothers are bigger than
     Other girl's mothers

As Anthony said to Cleopatra
As he opened a crate of ale :

     Oh, I say :
     Some girls are bigger than others
     Some girls are bigger than others
     Some girl's mothers are bigger than
     Other girl's mothers

     Some girls are bigger than others
     Some girls are bigger than others
     Some girl's mothers are bigger than
     Other girl's mothers

     Send me the pillow ...
     The one that you dream on ...
     Send me the pillow ...
     The one that you dream on ...
     And I'll send you mine