Reggae Mortis - Aurelio Voltaire

I… find it very very scary

To be diggin' in a cemetery

In a cool Jamaican breeze

There’s a zombie;

I set him free

I let him loose from his grave

Kingston-town is no more safe

An experiment malign

With a reggae Frankenstein

Reggae Mortis!

I think I’ve got Reggae Mortis

Hell I hope it’s not Reggae Mortis

I’m stiff in the knees

JAH!

Damn this disease…

Reggae Mortis!

I think I’ve got Reggae Mortis

Hell I hope it’s not Reggae Mortis

I’ll get to the point:

It’s messing up my joint (s)

Now, as I stand here on this cliff

With a zombie who is miffed

I gotta ask myself «What if

«I were to give that stiff a spliff?»

Reggae Mortis!

I think I’ve got Reggae Mortis

Hell I hope it’s not Reggae Mortis

I’m stiff in the knees

JAH!

Damn this disease…

Reggae Mortis!

I think I’ve got Reggae Mortis

Hell I hope it’s not Bella Morte

Won’t leave me alone

It’s smokin' up my bone (s), ha!