Now the Dead They Don't Sleep
(to the tune of "Hope Street" by the Levellers
There’s a young boy not so new
Pointy teeth and skin so Blue
He’s had a drink, he’s had a few
And in a coffin he’ll sleep
Dear old lady you’re looking thin
You look at me with a rictus grin
I wonder who you might have been
But now your dead you don’t sleep
Tell a priest my graves unsound
Necromancy in this old town
Tell incantors to come around
‘Cause here the dead they won’t sleep
There’s a zombie down the street
Has skin is ripped the seams don’t meet
He got his brains for the week
From a horse called Hope Street
All the dead are out to play
Liche Lords took them all away
Digging up or so they say
The restless dead who won’t sleep
Chorus 2
Every day a different hue
Rotting flesh and flies of blue
A zombie needs a friend to chew
You’re undead now you don’t sleep
Knights in armour, maids so fair
They’re all the same when they’re down there
But they don’t seem to like it there
And now they’re dead they won’t sleep
Chorus 3
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