Oh Mother, I can feel the soil falling over my head
And as I climb into an empty bed
Oh well, enough said

I know it's over, still I cling
I don't know where else I can go

Oh Mother, I can feel the soil falling over my head
See, the sea wants to take me
The knife wants to cut me
Do you think you can help me?

Sad veiled bride, please be happy
Handsome groom, give her room
Loud, loutish lover, treat her kindly
Although she needs you more than she loves you

I know it's over, still I cling
I don't know where else I can go

And I know it's over
And it never really began
But in my heart it was so real
And you even spoke to me and said:

"If you're so funny then why are you on your own tonight?
 And if you are so clever then why are you on your own tonight?
 If you're so terribly good looking then why do you sleep alone tonight?
 Because tonight is just like any other night
 That's why you're on your own tonight
 With your triumphs and your charms
 While they are in each other's arms..."

It's so easy to laugh
It's so easy to hate
It takes strength to be gentle and kind

It's so easy to laugh
It's so easy to hate
It takes guts to be gentle and kind

Love is Natural and Real
But not for you, my love
Not tonight my love

Love is Natural and Real
But not for such as you and I, my love

Oh Mother, I can feel the soil falling over my head
Oh Mother, I can feel the soil falling over my head
Oh Mother, I can feel the soil falling over my head
Oh Mother, I can feel the soil falling over my head
Oh Mother, I can feel the soil falling over my head
Oh Mother, I can feel the soil falling over my head

Morrissey & Johnny Marr
The Smiths, "The Queen is Dead" 1986