Stephen Street - Cemetry Gates lyrics

[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 and hates And pa**ions just like mine They were born And then they lived And then they died Which seems so unfair I want to cry [Verse 2] 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 [Bridge] 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 who*e, 1804) [Chorus] 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!