*Ponders*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
But I don't care,
I should like to see my ...
I don't bless them
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
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Sun 6 Jan 2008, 16:09,
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Put me on the train for London Town,
Take me anywhere,
Drop me anywhere,
Liverpool, Leeds or Birmingham
But I don't care,
I should like to see my ...
I don't bless them
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
..in fact the word 'prod'should be used in place of abuse when someone posts a spack.
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mofaha ┐( ˘_˘)┌ ʅ(́◡◝)ʃ,
Sun 6 Jan 2008, 16:14,
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why do idiots want to post these :(
prodigy69 broke b3ta and made everyone leave,
Sun 6 Jan 2008, 16:23,
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because the world is full of disrespectful fuckwits
HappyToast Groat froth,
Sun 6 Jan 2008, 16:27,
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This is worth its own thread.No, really.
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kinks rock over London, rock on Chicago,
Sun 6 Jan 2008, 16:13,
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*fetches Sumitriptan* well done numbnuts
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The Great Architect is still waiting for his account to be deleted on,
Sun 6 Jan 2008, 16:14,
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while it only mildy irks methere are a few boarders who have a rather nasty reaction to this sort of image, be a love and link it. ta.
i asked nicely, perhaps i should have just said this is shit, i don't want to be looking at it nor i suspect do too many other people, i can't be bothered with hiding it, *ignores
(i asked nicely, perhaps i should have just said this is shit, i don't want to be looking at it nor i suspect do too many other people, i can't be bothered with hiding it, *ignores
god save the queen making another unremarkable comeback,
Sun 6 Jan 2008, 16:16,
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tripping is a lot more fun than that that's just irritating
*edit - I'd have prefered Cemetary Gates to the Queen is Dead
(*edit - I'd have prefered Cemetary Gates to the Queen is Dead
HappyToast Groat froth,
Sun 6 Jan 2008, 16:19,
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Cock!*Adblock*
*ignored*
(*ignored*
prodigy69 broke b3ta and made everyone leave,
Sun 6 Jan 2008, 16:23,
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ProdI'm prodding through peer pressure.
I have no idea what it means.
(I have no idea what it means.
Colonel Boris "...a desperate Buzzfeed imitation...",
Sun 6 Jan 2008, 16:29,
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*PPPPRRRROOOODDDD*
kitaro is all, like, "Nifty Biscuits" 'n that...,
Sun 6 Jan 2008, 17:43,
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