Queen Is Dead

3, 4 Sent to death in a filthy Colosseum By an ugly secretary who goes by the name of Mary Living the life less ordinary, London Beriberi Shoot to maim even though she wanna kill Indiscretions tell the tales, so forget about the children All this and that and always attacking him A nibble on the crack and go tell 'em, I only write my felon Poke the needle in the eye, burning bridges, breaking ties Spark a newborn, blue blood, royal baby cry 'Til her face turns red 'Til the green has bled Last rites are said Worms are fed And the headline said "The Queen is dead" (the Queen is dead) "The Queen is dead" (the Queen is dead) "The Queen is d-d-d-d-dead" She's dead The Queen is dead (the Queen is dead) The Queen is dead (the Queen is dead) The Queen is dead Money, money cash for gold Money, money cash for gold Money, money cash for gold Money, money cash for gold Money, money cash for gold Money, money cash for gold Money, money cash for gold Money, money cash for gold Met an American Vomit on the carpet Joined in the fellowship Ready for a road trip Settled in a settlement A calm man's habitat Interesting development Her body for a handbag Mouth like a pelican Draft up the relevance Habitat from the cold Money, money, money, money, money, money Cash for gold