On Monday I took a flower

Dried it in my hand

Covered it in poison

And I threw it on the land

On wasted ground it tried to root

But choked upon the sand



And there's room in my diary for you, my friend

And there's room in my diary for you



On Tuesday I took a bird

Such pain to hear it sing

I blackened it with petrol

And oiled its little wings

I tainted the breeze

As I threw it to the wind



And there's room in my diary for you, my friend

And there's room in my diary for you



On Wednesday I took a man

He begged please help me die

For he lay in pain and suffering

It made his loved ones cry

I can be terrible and gentle

In the blinking of an eye



And there's room in my diary for you, my friend

And there's room in my diary for you



On Thursday I took a woman

Heavy with a child

My old friend Rape had paid a visit

Had stayed a little while

In a back street I touched her

With a wire and a smile



And there's room in my diary for you, my friend

And there's room in my diary for you



On Friday I took a city

Cursed it with a plague

Powdered crystals, smoking pipes

To crush and to enslave

And a row of dirty needles

Lines the route onto the grave



And there's room in my diary for you, my friend

And there's room in my diary for you



On Saturday I took a country

Praying for the rain

Parched throats and swollen lips

Without a harvest grain

And I wiped out generations

And I'd do it all again



And there's room in my diary for you, my friend

And there's room in my diary for you



On Sunday I took the world

A bomb I did employ

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