Come Out and Plague - Wednesday 13

Bad things are coming

And they’re coming this way

The puppet masters

Are cutting the strings

They live

We sleep

(Obey! Obey!)

And now we all sing the funeral song

Come along, everyone now

Come along!

Come on out and plague

And celebrate the end of days

The dead are out

To feast on what remains

Oh brother they’re coming for you

And they’re coming for me to

The dead will have their day

Come out and plague

Your skin begins to rot away

And then your mind starts to decay

They live

We sleep

(Obey! Obey!)

And now we all sing the funeral song

Come along, everyone now

Come along!

Come on out and plague

And celebrate the end of days

The dead are out

To feast on what remains

Oh brother they’re coming for you

And they’re coming for me to

The dead will have their day

Come out and plague

Come on out and plague

And celebrate the end of days

The dead are out

To feast on what remains

Oh brother they’re coming for you

And they’re coming for me to

The dead will have their day

Come out and plague