People Of The Plague

Night of the living dead has left the silver screen
Walked into a neighbourhood near you
Mutated creations of the problems we didn’t face
From a world that’s understood by few

Why should they care about aesthetics that you’d like to see
You who live in comfort safe and clean
They’re coming to your neighbourhood, pestilence and poverty
Hope you like the new dark age parade

From the people of the plague, roamеrs of the street
People of thе plague, cursed with rotting feet

More home invasions and more snuff pornography
Crack dealers and child prostitutes
Young and old left to die in single room hotels
A modern re-creation of a Bosch’s view of hell

I’ll bet you’d probably like to be handed the power
To make them pull their weight or let ‘em die
But I tell you man they’re carrying more weight than you could ever lift
Bedding down with death to stay alive
To stay alive, alive, alive, alive

They’re the people of the plague, roamers of the street
People of the plague, cursed with rotting feet

They’re the people of the plague, people of the plague, people of the plague