Cemetry Gates - 2011 Remaster

A dreaded sunny day
 So I meet you at the cemetery gates
 Keats and Yeats are on your side
 A dreaded sunny day
 So I meet you at the cemetery 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?
 Oh, with the loves, and hates and passions just like mine
 They were born, and then they lived, and then they died
 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 and poems
 The words you use should be your own
 Don't plagiaries 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, "Long done, do, does, did"
 Words which could only be your own
 And then produce the text from whence was ripped
 Some dizzy whore, eighteen hundred and four
 A dreaded sunny day
 So let's go where we're happy
 And I meet you at the cemetery 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 cemetery gates
 Keats and Yeats are on your side
 But you lose
 'Cause weird lover Wilde is on mine
 Sugar