THE DAMNED
Plasmatics


black visions from the satellite sky 
deaf ears hear not their cries 
fat jackals howl at the moon 
flies buzzing playing death's tune 
night ends but the sun it don't rise 
tombs open and the dead they will rise 
black market buys your soul real cheap 
no escaping what you sow you will reap 
prisoners of the damned 
find another land 
planet of the lost 
land of fire and frost 
prisoners of the dead 
fear the unknown dread 
tidal waves at sea 
set the serpents free 
coup d'etat on a global scale 
opposition locked up in jail 
domination the goons are the boss 
human race nailed to a cross