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 I 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 Seven days to create life And one day to destroy Every woman every man Every girl and boy
And there's room in my diary for you, my friend And there's room in my diary for you
Now as I close my diary And I've made my final date I blow away the ashes And I stoke the smoking grate I've no distinction between pain and joy No line twixt love and hate
There's no room in my diary for you, my friend There's no room in my diary for you