LYRICS:

We’re Aztec priests so mind your head, our prisoners always wind up dead
Our favourite colour is blood red; we’re not nice.

At an Aztec temples opening day we priests would please the Gods this way
Hoards of enemies we’d slay, mass sacrifice.

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To win at war, make crops grow more, to cure our kids when ill
The sun to shine, this song to rhyme, more victims we must kill.

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Ha! Ha! Ha! Ha! You won’t survive, you won’t survive

Ha! Ha! Ha! Ha! Ain’t staying alive, ain’t staying alive
Yeahhh!

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With sacrifice, we priests appease our Gods, each powerful big cheese
Let's hear it for your favourites please (Haaa!)

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We’re doing it for Toci, the Aztec goddess of the earth’s heart
We’re doing it for Chantigo, goddess who makes volcanoes start
We’re doing it for Itzli, the goddess of stone knives
We’re doing it for Itzpapalotlometeotlchiconahuiehecatl,
Errr? Some other gods great lives!

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Ha! Ha! Ha! Ha! Don’t cross us Aztecs, we advise ya

Ha! Ha! Ha! Ha! Or you’ll end up as fertiliser
Yeahhhhh!

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Our year starts in November when every priestly member
Is asked if they’ll remember our Aztec dead.
We do this, if you haven’t guessed, by getting something off your chest
Your heart would probably be best, or else your head.

And then on our year planners it’s the raising of the banners
And it’s only polite manners to kill more guys.

December and January, dismembering methods vary,
All you need to know is that we pile them high.

May and June, it’s summer time, the killing is easy
It’s only halfway through the year, bet you’re feeling queasy.
In autumn time, we sweep our home and kill some more but then
By late October, the killings over, then it starts up again!

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Ha! Ha! Ha! Ha! You won’t survive, you won’t survive

Ha! Ha! Ha! Ha! Ain’t staying alive, ain’t staying alive

Ha! Ha! Ha! Ha! Want to live until you’re old?

Ha! Ha! Ha! Ha! Avoid us priests, you’ve been told.