Valley of the Doomed

Out behind the mountains in a secluded corner of the world
Are people trapped till they die
Living in caves and wearing rags
To protect the scabs on their skin
Bleached leper white
They stay there because they’re told to left like mummies in a tomb
Lonely and hungry and they’re cold too and they never watch T.V.
In the valley of the doomed

This valley is in the waste land
Somewhere out yonder where the buffalo don’t roam
There is no wild life and nothing grows there
No trailer parks or tract homes

Nothing can help them no no nothing not even Noxema
Oil Of old ladies is an option Maybelline may not
None of them live forever although it seems eternities
A slow decaying of skin tissue it’s special disease

If they could only know what they were missing
No healthy man (woman or child)
Listen to the crying of the people of the Valley of The Doomed

If all of them had the mind to
They could take revenge on the entire human race
Live in mansions drive Rolls Royces
Slander our names all over the place

The thought of skin falling off my bones does not sound to pleasin’
So displeasin’ that we must not let them commence diseasin’

So load up your guns, fathers and sons
It’s leper season now

Listen to the crying of the people of the Valley of the Doomed