Marc Almond - Deaths Diary Lyrics
On monday I took a flowerDried it in my handCovered it in poisonAnd I threw it on the landOn wasted ground it tried to rootBut choked upon the sandAnd theres room in my diary for you, my friendAnd theres room in my diary for youOn tuesday I took a birdSuch pain to hear it singI blackened it with petrolAnd oiled its little wingsI tainted the breezeAs I threw it to the windAnd theres room in my diary for you, my friendAnd theres room in my diary for youOn wednesday I took a manHe begged please help me dieFor he lay in pain and sufferingIt made his loved ones cryI can be terrible and gentleIn the blinking of an eyeAnd theres room in my diary for you, my friendAnd theres room in my diary for youOn thursday I took a womanHeavy with a childMy old friend rape had paid a visitHad stayed a little whileIn a back street I touched herWith a wire and a smileAnd theres room in my diary for you, my friendAnd theres room in my diary for youOn friday I took a cityCursed it with a plaguePowdered crystals, smoking pipesTo crush and to enslaveAnd a row of dirty needlesLines the route onto the graveAnd theres room in my diary for you, my friendAnd theres room in my diary for youOn saturday I took a countryPraying for the rainParched throats and swollen lipsWithout a harvest grainAnd I wiped out generationsAnd Id do it all againAnd theres room in my diary for you, my friendAnd theres room in my diary for youOn sunday I took the worldA bomb I did employSeven days to create lifeAnd one day to destroyEvery woman every manEvery girl and boyAnd theres room in my diary for you, my friendAnd theres room in my diary for youNow as I close my diaryAnd Ive made my final dateI blow away the ashesAnd I stoke the smoking grateIve no distinction between pain and joyNo line twixt love and hateTheres no room in my diary for you, my friendTheres no room in my diary for you
