Cemetry Gates Lyrics

     A dreaded sunny day 
     so I meet you at the cemetry gates
     Keats and Yeats are on your side
     A dreaded sunny day 
     so I meet you at the cemetry gates
     Keats and Yeats are on your side
     while Wilde is on mine
     So we go inside and we gravely read the stones
     all those people all those lives
     where are they now ?
     with loves, and hates
     and passions just like mine
     they were born 
     and then they lived and then they died
     which seems so unfair
     and I wantr to crv
     You say: "ere thrice the sun hath done salutation to the dawn"
     and you claim these words as your own
     but Im well-read, have heard them said
     a hundred times (maybe less, maybe more)
     if you must write prose/poems
     the words you use should be your own
     dont plagiarise or take "on loans"
     there's alweays someone, somewhere
     with a big nose, who knows
     and who trips you up and laughs
     when you fall
     You say: "ere long done do does did "
     words which could only be your own 
     you then produce the text
     from whence was ripped
     (some dizzy whore, 1804)
     A dreaded sunny day 
     so let's go where we're happy
     so I meet you at the cemetry gates
     Keats and Yeats are on your side
     A dreaded sunny day 
     so let's go where we're wanted 
     so I meet you at the cemetry gates
     Keats and Yeats are on your side
     but you lose
     because Wilde is on mine