Those Poor Bastards
The Plague
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