BRING OUT YOUR DEAD
BRING OUT YOUR DEAD
VERSE 1
ROSES BLISTER ON HIS SKIN, FILL HIM FULL OF LIES, WITHERED POSIES CRUMBLING IN HIS HAND
DESTROY THE LUCKY AMULET, AND d*** US WITH THE FLIES, READ THE LAST RITES
"BLESSED BE THE PEOPLE" IS A MOCKERY, FROM CLERGY WHICH APPROVE THE KISS OF DEATH
RING-A-RING THE CHILDREN SING, THE BLACK PLAGUE BELLS ARE HERALDING
THEIR FUNERAL PYRE, FOR BEGGAR, PRIEST AND KING
CHORUS 1
NO, NO, NO - NOBILITY'S NO SANCTUARY
FLEE, FLEE, FLEE - THE RAT'S BUBONIC FLEA
BUT THE SCOURGE IS EVERYWHERE, ENGLAND WEEPS IN HER DESPAIR
IN MISTY EYES A CURE CANNOT BE SEEN
VERSE 2
RAGING POX AND PESTILENCE ARE DRIPPING WITH THE BLOOD
THE SLAVERING BLACK DOG ROAMS EVERYWHERE
SMITES THE ONES HE b***S, AND DRAGS THE ONES HE MISSES DOWN, THE WORST IS YET TO COME
1665 TURNS INTO 1666, A DREAD LIKE NONE BEFORE GRIPS EVERY MAN
AS THE PRINCE OF DARKNESS SETS ALOOSE HIS WICKED BAG OF TRICKS
WILL THE EVIL LORD UNLEASH HIS MASTER PLAN?
REPEAT CHORUS 1
VERSE 3
SATAN HAD SENT OUT A PLOT AS CRUEL AS IT WAS GRAND, TO RAZE AWAY THE ENGLISH CAPITAL
AS THE FINAL TIME BEGAN, HE BROUGHT THE FLAMES TO MAKE HIS STAND
AND THIRTEEN TIMES THE BAKER SHOOK HIS HAND
IN THE HELLISH HEAT OF HIS RETREAT, THE DEVIL DID A-SPY
THE SOULS OF LONDON TOWN WERE RIPE FOR TAKING
FROM THE DEPTHS OF HIS DISGUISE, THROUGH THE BLACK SLITS OF HIS EYES
THE FALLEN ANGEL WATCHED THE CITY DIE
CHORUS 2
FIRE, FIRE, FIRE - IS BURNING LONDON TOWN
TRY, TRY, TRY - TO BEAT THE FLAMES DOWN
BUT THE HEAT IS TOO INTENSE, AND ITS THIRST CANNOT BE QUENCHED
AND LONDON'S BURNING TO THE GROUND
BURNING TO THE GROUND
BRING OUT YOUR DEAD
VERSE 1
ROSES BLISTER ON HIS SKIN, FILL HIM FULL OF LIES, WITHERED POSIES CRUMBLING IN HIS HAND
DESTROY THE LUCKY AMULET, AND d*** US WITH THE FLIES, READ THE LAST RITES
"BLESSED BE THE PEOPLE" IS A MOCKERY, FROM CLERGY WHICH APPROVE THE KISS OF DEATH
RING-A-RING THE CHILDREN SING, THE BLACK PLAGUE BELLS ARE HERALDING
THEIR FUNERAL PYRE, FOR BEGGAR, PRIEST AND KING
CHORUS 1
NO, NO, NO - NOBILITY'S NO SANCTUARY
FLEE, FLEE, FLEE - THE RAT'S BUBONIC FLEA
BUT THE SCOURGE IS EVERYWHERE, ENGLAND WEEPS IN HER DESPAIR
IN MISTY EYES A CURE CANNOT BE SEEN
VERSE 2
RAGING POX AND PESTILENCE ARE DRIPPING WITH THE BLOOD
THE SLAVERING BLACK DOG ROAMS EVERYWHERE
SMITES THE ONES HE b***S, AND DRAGS THE ONES HE MISSES DOWN, THE WORST IS YET TO COME
1665 TURNS INTO 1666, A DREAD LIKE NONE BEFORE GRIPS EVERY MAN
AS THE PRINCE OF DARKNESS SETS ALOOSE HIS WICKED BAG OF TRICKS
WILL THE EVIL LORD UNLEASH HIS MASTER PLAN?
REPEAT CHORUS 1
VERSE 3
SATAN HAD SENT OUT A PLOT AS CRUEL AS IT WAS GRAND, TO RAZE AWAY THE ENGLISH CAPITAL
AS THE FINAL TIME BEGAN, HE BROUGHT THE FLAMES TO MAKE HIS STAND
AND THIRTEEN TIMES THE BAKER SHOOK HIS HAND
IN THE HELLISH HEAT OF HIS RETREAT, THE DEVIL DID A-SPY
THE SOULS OF LONDON TOWN WERE RIPE FOR TAKING
FROM THE DEPTHS OF HIS DISGUISE, THROUGH THE BLACK SLITS OF HIS EYES
THE FALLEN ANGEL WATCHED THE CITY DIE
CHORUS 2
FIRE, FIRE, FIRE - IS BURNING LONDON TOWN
TRY, TRY, TRY - TO BEAT THE FLAMES DOWN
BUT THE HEAT IS TOO INTENSE, AND ITS THIRST CANNOT BE QUENCHED
AND LONDON'S BURNING TO THE GROUND
BURNING TO THE GROUND