god save the queen

Conrad Sewell

Papa was a preacher Working for the man
Tried to give me good advice
Scared of a rock and roll band
What you call a dreamer Some call a fool
Youngblood, it s gonna be alright
Grow your hair with your attitude

I said, Holy, holy, holy
God, save The Queen

Hold me I m different But I ain t no freak
You re messing with a streetwise kid
With a right that ll make you bleed
There s goodness in me
If you wanna try
Got caught playing make belief
With doves that ll make you cry

I said, Holy, holy, holy
God, save The Queen

Spent all my life
Kicking the same old rocks
Dreaming of what I got
And I blew it all away
The worlds gone cold
Watching you hid? your soul
I know it s not your fault
But God save the Queen

Don t call me roost?r
It s gonna make me stray
Rolled up in linen sheets
Saving up for a rainy day
If I had a daughter
I call her Penny Lane
Any man to touch her
I have to break his hand
I said, Holy, holy, holy
God, save The Queen

Spent all my life
Kicking the same old rocks
Dreaming of what I got
To blow it all away
The worlds gone cold
Watching you hide your soul
I know it s not your fault
But, God, save The Queen
I m gonna love ya
Said I m gonna love ya
God, save The Queen
Not your fault, baby
Said it s not your fault baby
Watching you hide your soul
But baby it s not your fault
God, save The Queen
I spent all my life
Kicking the same old rocks
I know it s not your fault
God, save The Queen
God, save The Queen