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Behind a curtain of towering pines, |
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The sun settling red. |
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A city hidden high in the hills,comes out to honor the dead. |
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Families somberly walk through the town,they build altars and pray. |
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Clean the tombs and clutch rosaries,and speak of better days. |
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From the edge of the island,they ferry back to the shore,they climb under their coversand pray a little more. |
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In this ancient city of stones,they sigh and bow their heads. |
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The living seem rather, well....dead. |
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Ohhhhhhh, yeah. |
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The sun is down,the earth shakes, |
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The wind doth howl, |
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And I'm makin' moves all across the park, |
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We're sitting in the dark. |
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The caskets squeak, |
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The trees wheeze,the crypts all creak,and toes sepulchered for months and months in dustare wiggling off their crust, whoa. |
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Shed your shrouds, |
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Slip your fingertips through the ground, |
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Get those catacombs open |
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I'm hoping you'll join us, |
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Everybody come on out!! |
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Yeah!!What |
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A lovely, lovely night |
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For a drink and a parade. |
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We'll dance until the morning light,this town should be afraid. |
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What A lovely, lovely night |
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For a drink and a parade. |
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We'll dance until the morning light,this town should be afraid. |
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Candied pumpkins, sweet egg bread,we love rising from the dead. |
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Carpals, tarsals, vertabrae,that's us clicking on parade! |
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I move without any muscles,my skull's a cavernous hall. |
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Tendons are made for pulling, my friend, |
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I don't need them at all! |
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Mescal in our mandibles,and porridge in our ribs,their prospects are looking quite grim. |
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Board the mariposas now! |
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Set sail for the quivering light ahead, |
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We're desceding on the town,the living we're scaring,nightmaring in fright,they've waited forever to bring us together: |
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We finally wake them up tonight! |
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Yock dehay!! |
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Chorus:Yock dehay de yockity hum, |
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The devil is happy to say. |
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Heaven is having a hell of a time, |
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Skelatons on parade!! |
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Repeat chorus |
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Flee the mausolea, |
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Fly sarcophagi. |
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Pandemone the plaza, |
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Tiba-fibia-fie! |
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You ligamentary lifers,your fractured foolish plight. |
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Pluck yourself from your gravesite! |
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Yock dehay de yockity hum,(guitar) |
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Heaven is having a hell of a time, |
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Skelatons on parade!! |
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Yock dehay de yockity hum,(guitar) |
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Heaven is having a hell of a time, |
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Skelatons on parade!!(solo) |
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Yockey de yockum (Hey!) |
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The devil is happy to say (Ho!) |
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Yockay de yockum (hey!) |
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No one gets away (no!) |
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Yockay de yockum (Hey!) |
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The devil is happy to say (Ho!) |
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Heaven is having a hell of a time, |
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Skelatons on parade!! |
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Goodnight all my children now you must rest your heads,you wouldn't want the sun to catch you missing from your beds. |
