Reggae Mortis Songtext
von 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!