Almond Marc - Deaths Diary - Текст песни

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 Marc Almond - Death's Diary
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 (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