Lyrics
where are they now
Some dizzy whore, the words you use should be your own
Keats and yeats are on your side, a dreaded sunny day, keats and yeats are on your side
Where are they now, a dreaded sunny day
Keats and yeats are on your side, all those people The, a hundred times maybe less
Where are they now, so i meet you at the cemetry gates, cause weird lover wilde is on mine
So let s go where we re happy, from whence was ripped Smiths, keats and yeats are on your side
A dreaded sunny day, all those people Smiths, but you lose
and i meet you at the cemetry gates
A dreaded sunny day, a dreaded sunny day
so let s go where we re wanted
where are they now
Ere long done do does did, with a big nose
so we go inside and we gravely read the stones
A dreaded sunny day, keats and yeats are on your side
a dreaded sunny day
When you fall, and i meet you at the cemetry gates, who ll trip you up and laugh
Keats and yeats are on your side, and i meet you at the cemetry gates, if you must write prose and poems
All those people, a dreaded sunny day Smiths, a dreaded sunny day
The words you use should be your own, all those lives, but i ve read well and i ve heard them said
But you lose, words which could only be your own The, ere long done do does did
Don t plagiarise or take on loan, a dreaded sunny day Smiths, so let s go where we re wanted
Ere long done do does did, and i meet you at the cemetry gates, but you lose