Bring out your dead
Load them on my cart of deeds
So I can take them to the morgue
Where the surgeon can defile
Bring out your loved
Your carriers of emotion
Your saved and saviors
Your cruel and heartfull
Bring out your children
To be tortured by the critics
For good or for reason
And then taken to their promised land
Bring out your hopeless
And defile then into depravity
And make them lose all sanity
And try to stop them repeating
Bring out your dead
Load them on my cart of deeds
So I can make them alive again
Where they will live in peace