Bring Out Your Dead

Gone to the graves, ‘neath the gibbous moon Stony winged angels loom out of the gloom Three day old bourbon, stale on my breath Juste comme un zombie, feeling like death Bring out your dead, hear the mournful sound Bring out your dead, rising up from the ground Bring out your dead, from the mausoleum, and I fear I already know why I’m here. Parade of the damned, down Third and St Charles Houses are closed, windows shuttered and barred Ladies I knew, once so graceful and fair Leading me on, to the Devil knows where There goes the one that i didn’t treat right Here comes the one that where I held on to too tight This is one where I laid down the law, Right beside the one that I didn’t fight for Bring out your dead, in their crinoline gowns Bring out your dead, cotton rotted and brown Bring out your dead there’s a price to pay, if I’m right(Then) hell is empty tonight Always the fault of the last in line It was never me, was I so divine? Was it ever me? Yes, it was always me Marie Laveau, you can’t help me now Baron Samedi, he won’t show me how But I understand, ooh, yes I understand That the grass is always greenest before it dies But in my mad malaise - too dazed to question why So down I go! Led to the swamp, something lurking within Drawing me close to the edge, for my sins Dragging me down, with the weight of my greed (Always) whispering the next one is the one that I need Bring out your dead, as I slide underground Bring out your dead, and the mud closes round Bring out your dead, slowly sinking down And Hell-bound….Come on!