The death of the Queen

Oh God Have mercy on this island now.

We don’t know when to curtsey when to bow.

Eternal all the stars will shine at night

I’d rather have my husband and some light.

The requiem mass is beautiful I feel

Apart from these old symbols

What is real?

I don’t like the cemetery or church.

If I drink this whisky I will lurch.

What’s the point of flowers for the dead.

Send us letters they will all be read.

We must look strong are we will offence

It may be true but it don’t make no sense.

If we cry we get no comfort now

We will get no milk from any cow.

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