Conrad Sewell – God Save the Queen Lyrics

Conrad Sewell – God Save the Queen Lyrics

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 hidе your soul
I know it’s not your fault
But God save the Queen

 Don’t call me roostеr
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