DAWN OF THE DEAD
Word & Music: John Hudson
The night was thick and indigo when the graveyards opened wide
All the coffins cracked and gave up their dead all across the country side
Burial shrouds and body bags became the latest fashion craze
And as darkness turned to morning fog the dead rose to meet the day
And as they reached the towns, screams rang out, and the streets all ran with red
It was the dawn of the dead.
Through their strength of numbers the dead quickly took control
And while the living went into hiding the dead let the good times roll
From the sunshine of Miami to the storm clouds of Seattle
The sound of undead merriment was a 4/4 - time death rattle
There was no need for costumes in this masquerade of dread
It was the dawn of the dead.
Babe Ruth and Mickey Mantle hit grand slams once again
And Hitler hosts a daytime talk show with de Sade and Anne Boleyn
Salome and John the Baptist snuggle up in bed
While Lenin, Marx, and Stalin fight over who's the reddest Red
JFK chases Oswald with a band-aid on his head
It's the dawn of the dead.