Cemetry Gates

[Chorus]

A dreaded sunny day

So I meet you at the cemetery gates

Keats and Yeats are on your side

A dreaded sunny day

So I meet you at the cemetery gates

Keats and Yeats are on your side

While Wilde is on mine

[Verse 1]

So we go inside and we gravely read the stones

All those people, all those lives

Where are they now?

With-a loves and hates and passions just like mine

They were born, and then they lived

And then they died

Seems so unfair, I want to cry

[Verse 2]

You say, "'Ere thrice the sun done salutation to the dawn"

And you claim these words as your own

But I've read well and I've heard them said

A hundred times, maybe less, maybe more

[Verse 3]

If you must write prose and poems

The words you use should be your own

Don't plagiarise or take on loan

'Cause there's always someone, somewhere

With a big nose, who knows

And who trips you up and laughs when you fall

Who'll trip you up and laugh when you fall

[Verse 4]

You say, "'Ere long done do does did"

Words which could only be your own

And then produce the text from whence was ripped

Some dizzy whore, 1804

[Chorus]

A dreaded sunny day, so let's go where we're happy

And I meet you at the cemetery gates

Oh, Keats and Yeats are on your side

A dreaded sunny day, so let's go where we're wanted

And I meet you at the cemetery gates

Keats and Yeats are on your side, but you lose

'Cause whale blubber Wilde is on m-mine (Sugar)