Deaths Diary Lyrics by Marc Almond

Deaths Diary Lyrics

    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 choked upon the sand

    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

    And there's room in my diary for you, my friend
    And there's room in my diary for you

    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

    And there's room in my diary for you, my friend
    And there's room in my diary for you

    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

    And there's room in my diary for you, my friend
    And there's room in my diary for you

    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

    And there's room in my diary for you, my friend
    And there's room in my diary for you

    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'd do it all again

    And there's room in my diary for you, my friend
    And there's room in my diary for you

    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

    And there's room in my diary for you, my friend
    And there's room in my diary for you

    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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