Death Bed

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Written: 1997
Released: 2002 on 'The Ballad Of Ruben Garcia'

I'm sorry for all the girls I've made cry
I'm sorry there weren't just one or two more
I'm sorry that now I'm going to die
Without ever knowing what it was for
Forgive me you priests forgive me my sins
Forgive me for laughing and taking the piss
But if you can't forgive all of these things
Forgive me just one, forgive me for this

I have no regrets
Not the arrows of love
Nor the splinters of trying
Nor the cabers of defeat
Well I've done what I can
And I'll sing and I'll sing
I was too thin for a thief
But too scarred to be trusted
So what else could I do
But sing all day through
And now this glorious day
Takes the light and the colours away
Prop me up on this bed where I lay
And let me have one last chance to say

Fuck you Reverend Bishop
Fuck you all to hell
Fuck you and the lies that you tell
Fuck you all my ex-lovers
The good the bad and the others
Fuck you so long and farewell
Ah but come when they bury me
And please no hypocrisy
Don't let my death change your point of view
Say prayers at my death
But under your breath
Say fuck you Philip Jeays
Fuck you

I'm sorry for all the hopes that I've lost
Through laziness or impatience or hate
I'm sorry if sorry isn't enough
I'm sorry if sorry has come too late
Forgive me this smile this grimace this grin
Forgive me this arse your money can kiss
Forgive me the dreams that wouldn't give in
But most of all forgive me for this

I have no regrets
I've ordered the waves
Away from the beaches
And watched my feet grow wet
And laughed all the more
And I'll sing and I'll sing

All the songs I have left
Until I stop singing
And the dirt beneath my nails
Can scratch out no more
And now this glorious day
Takes the light and the colours away
Prop me up on this bed where I lay
And let me have one last chance to say

Fuck you Holy Sister
Oh yes I'm nothing if not fair
So fuck you too just as deep and as far
Fuck you all you who heckled me
From here to eternity
Fuck you go buy your own guitar
Ah but come when they bury me
And please no hypocrisy
Don't let my death change your point of view
Stand right at the front
Call the vicar a cunt
And say fuck you
You were shit Philip Jeays
Fuck you

But now leave me alone
Let me go on my own
As that voice calls me in strong and true
And let me shout back
Through the cold and the black
Fuck you
Death
Fuck you


© Philip Jeays 1997