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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