Cemetry Gates (Live in London, 1986)

[Chorus]
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

[Verse 1]
So we go inside and we gravely read the stones
All those people, all those lives
Where are they now?
With loves, with hates
And passions just like mine
They were born
And then they lived
And then they died
Seems so unfair
Oh, I want to cry

[Refrain]
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 2]
If you must write prose and poems
The words you use should be your own
Don't plagiarise or take "on loan"
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

[Refrain]
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'll 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 whale blubber Wilde is on mine
Sugar!