The Queen Is Dead Cifras para ukulele

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From: Lee Eugene T <et-lee@ux4.cso.uiuc.edu>
Subject: CRD: THE QUEEN IS DEAD - THE SMITHS
 
THE QUEEN IS DEAD  (6.24)
 
 
INTRO: F  G  F#m  F
         A
Farewell to this land's cheerless marches
hemmed in like a boar between arches
her very Lowness with her head in a sling
                           C                     D
I'm truly sorry but it sounds like a wonderful thing
A
I say Charles don't you ever crave
to appear on the front of the Daily Mail
C                         D             F    G   F#m   F
dressed in your Mother's bridal veil?
 
         A
And so I checked all the registered historical facts
and I was shocked into shame to discover
how I'm the 18th pale descendent
           C           D
of some old queen or other
    A
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
                           C                            D F  G F#m  F
I swear to God, I swear I never even knew what drugs were
     A
So I broke into the Palace
with a sponge and a rusty spanner
she said: "Eh, I know you, and you cannot sing"
                                      C          D
I said: "that's nothing - you should hear me play piano"
     A
We can go for a walk where it's quiet and dry
and talk about precious things
but when you are tied to your mother's apron
         C              D     F   G   F#m  F
no-one talks about castration
   A
We can go for a walk where it's quiet and dry
and talk about precious things
like love and law and poverty
 C                      D
these are the things that kill me
 
(same as above)
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 the things that kill me
            A
Passed the pub that saps your body
and the church who'll snatch your money
             C
the Queen is dead, boys
            D
and it's so lonely on a limb
 
Pass 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
A                C              D
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
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