The Smiths - The Queen is Dead: chords

G A G#m G

 B
Farewell to this land's cheerless marches
Hemmed in like a boar between arches
Her very Lowness with her head in a sling
                        D                        E
I'm truly sorry but it sounds like a wonderful thing

B            B
     I say Charles don't you ever crave
To appear on the front of the Daily Mail
  D                        E
Dressed in your Mother's bridal veil?

G A G#m G

           B
And so I checked all the registered historical facts
And I was shocked into shame to discover
How I'm the 18th pale descendent
    D                E
Of some old queen or other
    B
Oh has the world changed, or have I changed?
Oh has the world changed, or have I changed?
Some nine year old tough who peddles drugs
I swear to God, I swear
   D                          E
I never even knew what drugs were

G A      G#m  G
 (Oh, oh-oh, oh)

       B
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,
            D             E
You should hear me play piano"
        B
We can go for a walk where it's quiet and dry
And talk about precious things
                                          D
But when you are tied to your mother's apron
               E           G A G#m G
No-one talks about castration

        B
We can go for a walk where it's quiet and dry
And talk about precious things
Like love and law and poverty, oh, oh
   D                        E
(These are the things that kill me)
        B
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
   D                        E
(These are the things that kill me)
G              A                  G#m
 All their lies about makeup and long hair,
      G
Are still there

B            B
   Past the pub that saps your body
And the church who'll snatch your money
              D
The Queen is dead, boys
             E                 B
And it's so lonely on a limb
          B
Pass the pub that wrecks your body
And the church, all they want is your money
              D
The Queen is dead, boys
             E
And it's so lonely on a limb

G A G#m G

B B B B B  B            D                 E
          Life is very long, when you're lonely
B B B B B  B            D                 E
          Life is very long, when you're lonely
B B B B B  B            D                 E
          Life is very long, when you're lonely
B B B B B  B            D                 E
          Life is very long, when you're lonely