The Plague - Those Poor Bastards

It was not the rats

It came from the air

All my tires are flat

I cannot go nowhere

Ah!

The plague

Ah!

Is near

Ah!

The plague

Ah!

Is here

It was not the birds

It came from the soil

Dead folks lie in pits

For many wicked miles

Ah!

The plague

Ah!

Is near

Ah!

The plague

Ah!

Is here

A quarantine is in effect

There are not too many left

No one has

Yet been immune

Mankind will now face its doom

Chaos now descends

Look at how we squirm

We are as enlightened

As the wretched worm

Ah!

The plague

Ah!

Is near

Ah!

The plague

Ah!

Is here

From the filth we came

To the filth we go

We’ll burn beneath the rain

We’ll melt within the snow

Ah!

The plague

Ah!

Is near

Ah!

The plague

Ah!

Is here

A quarantine is in effect

There are not too many left

No one has yet been immune

Mankind will now face its doom