b'Mike Ward' - 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!

Written by:
DAN MCGLADE

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