You I I I said, Charles, don't you ever pray To appear in the front of the dead man For us to give him the green light again So I checked all the registered historical facts I was shocked and ashamed to discover I am afraid to repair this ailment Of some old fool in the rubble Oh, has the world changed rule by change? Oh, has the world changed rule by change? For a good man you've got to Keep it straight, I swear to God Even they wouldn't know what to fear So I drove into the palace With a sponge and a rusty spanner She said, I don't know you, but you cannot sing I said, that's nothing easy for me to play You can go for a walk where it's quiet and dry You can talk about precious things But when you're tied to your mother's apron No one will talk About Her Mother And the Pope who breaks your bonnet And the church who snatches your money The Queen is dead, boys And it's so lonely on the way And the Pope who breaks your bonnet And the church who snatches your money The Queen is dead, boys Give him a shake, boys Life's a war, my friend Life's a war, my friend Life is a war, my friend Life is a war Life is a war Life is a war Life is a war Life is a war