The Dying-Day Scale Lyrics

truth telling hearts, with wide open arms
drink to the past without disdain
singing praise for a saving grace
forgiveness is easy but makes me all queasy
when understated and really too late
opinions doth change when ones passed away

and do they ask everyday
does it just implicate on the dying-day scale?
cos it looks like we're all changing face
in fear of the grave
when besotten he'd always been great
hallow be his name
i've not forgotten it's all just untrue
he'd only do it cos there's too much love for you
now you keep it schtum now
it's just a little secret bitch with me and you

you might develop a tumour
desperate commuters might push you into the path of a train
surprise will arise when you die that day
see we're always in danger beyond best behaviour
be nice be wise and don't let sex get in the way
convince in yourself that it's all okay

and remember to ask everyday
do they just implicate on the dying-day scale?
well it looks like we're all changing face
in fear of the grave
where besotten he'd always been great
hallow be his name
i've not forgotten it's all just untrue
he'd only do it cos there's too much love for you
now you keep it schtum now
it's just a little secret bitch with me and you

and if the simple truth was
he was dogmatic with his controversial view
a parental tool of nothing good will ever come to much with you
and back in nursery school
back in nursery school i said you smelt of poo
and in secondary school you tried talking like a black man just to be part of their crew

so as we lay one down to rest someone's restless again
cos it looks like we're all changing face
in fear of the grave
where besotten he'd always been great
hallow be his name
i've not forgotten it's all just untrue
i only do it cos i've too much love for you
and now you keep it schtum now
it's just a little secret bitch with me and you

so as we lay one down to rest someones restless again
(looks like we're all changing face)
truth telling hearts with wide open arms
drink to the past without disdain
cos opinions doth change when one passes away