Death's Diary

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, 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 unto 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