Deaths Diary Lyrics - Marc 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 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 

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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 

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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