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Marc Almond Miscellaneous Death's Diary =========================== Marc Almond - Death's Diary =========================== (Almond) On Monday I took a flower Dried it in my hand Covered it in poison And I threw it on the land On wasted ground it tried to root But chiked upon the sand Chorus And there's room in my diary for you, my friend And there's room in my diary for you On Tuesday I took a bird Such pain to hear it sing I blackened it with petrol And oiled its little wings I tainted the breeze As I threw it to the wind Repeat chorus On Wednesday I took a man He begged please help me die For he lay in pain and suffering It made his loved ones cry I can be terrible and gentle In the blinking of an eye Repeat chorus On Thursday I took a woman Heavy with a child My old friend Rape had paid a visit Had stayed a little while In a back street I touched her With a wire and a smile Repeat chorus On Friday I took a city Cursed it with a plague Powdered crystals, smoking pipes To crush and to enslave And a row of dirty needles Lines the route onto the grave Repeat chorus On Saturday I took a country Praying for the rain Parched throats and swollen lips Without a harvest grain And I wiped out generations And I'll do it all again Repeat chorus On Sunday I took the world A bomb I did employ Seven days to create life And one day to destroy Every woman every man Every girl and boy Repeat chorus Now as I close my diary And I've made my final date I blow away the ashes And I stoke the smoking grate I've no distinction between pain and joy No line twixt love and hate There's no room in my diary for you, my friend There's no room in my diary for you |
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