Cemetry Gates Lyrics - The Queen Is Dead - The Smiths

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 

It seems so unfair 

I want to cry 

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) 

If you must write prose/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 

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) 

A dreaded sunny day 

So let's go where we're happy 

And I meet you at the cemetry 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 cemetry gates 

Keats and Yeats are on your side 

But you lose 

'Cause weird lover Wilde is on mine 

Sure!