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

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