[Intro]

       
       
      
    


[Verse 1]


  A dreaded su

nny day
              
So I meet you 

              
at the cemeter

  
y gates
            
Keats and Yeat

            
s are on your 

       
side

  A dreaded su

nny day
              
So I meet you 

              
at the cemeter

  
y gates
            
Keats and Yeat

            
s are on your 

     
side
           
While Wilde is

    
 on mine


[Verse 2]

             
  So we go ins

              
ide and we gra

              
vely read the 

  
stones
             
All those peop

              
le, all those 


lives
              
Where are they

     
 now?
      
With loves and

 hates
              
And passions j

         
ust like mine
          
They were born
              
And then they 

 
lived
              
And then they 

   
died
            
Seems so unfai

  
r
           
I want to cry


[Chorus]

              
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 sa

id
            
A hundred time

              
s, maybe less,

        
 maybe more


[Verse 3]

       
If you must wr

ite prose and 

poems
              
The words you 

              
use should be 

     
your own
             
Don't plagiari

             
se or take "on

   
 loan"
              
'Cause there's

       
 always someon

e, somewhere
              
With a big nos

       
e, who knows
             
And trips you 

       
up and laughs
           
When you fall

 
             
Who'll trip yo

        
u up and laugh
         
When you fall


[Chorus]

              
You say: "Ere 

            
long done do d

    
oes did"
            
Words which co

              
uld only be yo

    
ur own
    
And then produ

ce the text
       
From whence wa

s ripped
            
Some dizzy who

       
re, 1804


[Verse 4]

          
A dreaded sunn

y day

So let's go where we're happy
              
And I meet you

              
 at the cemete

   
ry gates
             
Oh, Keats and 

             
Yeats are on y

       
our side
         
A dreaded sunn

y day

So let's go where we're wanted
              
And I meet you

              
 at the cemete

   
ry gates
            
Keats and Yeat

            
s are on your 

            
side, but you 

     
lose
             
'Cause weird l

             
over Wilde is 

   
on mine


[Outro]

       
       
       
       

(Repeat and fade out)