Bring Out Your Dead!

Bring Out Your Dead! Bring out your dead! Bring out your dead! Upon your door paint a cross of blood red And when your skin starts turning to black You’ve got the plague, there’s no way back Be it your daughter, mother or sweetheart Bring out your dead, throw ‘em on my cart The big black rats are all covered in fleas Infected with the dreaded bubonic disease Taste foul vomit, with your swollen tongue? Say a prayer now because it won’t be long And when your loved ones this life depart Bring out your dead, throw ‘em on my cart Bring out your dead! Bring out your dead! Burn up all the mattresses upon your bed A pocket full of posies you had better sniff Or I’ll need to make space for another stiff This black plague you can’t hope to thwart Bring out your dead, throw ‘em on my cart Bloody phlegm makes you choke and spit Now you’re heading for my mass burial pit The puss-filled boils burst under your skin Very soon I’ll be informing your next of kin But through my body, the pains now start Soon I will be gone, throw me on the cart