LYRICS:

I’m Pachacuti, the Incan lord all other tribes dreaded
My name means ‘he who shakes the earth’, not that I’m big-headed.

When it comes to claiming nearby lands I was the type to risk it
But it’s how I treat dead enemies that really took the biscuit.

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I drink from their skull
(Do the Pachacuti)
Pull out their teeth whole
(Do the Pachacuti)
Turn teeth into charms
(Do the Pachacuti)
Make flutes out of their arms
(Pachacuti!)

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Once on a hillside, my troops hid to cause a rival strife
And when they jumped out it looked like the ground had come to life.

The rocks they are my warriors, I then used to boast
And that little lie helped us win wars but violence helped the most!

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I drink from their skull
(Do the Pachacuti)
Pull out their teeth whole
(Do the Pachacuti)
Turn teeth into charms
(Do the Pachacuti)
Make flutes out of their arms
(Pachacuti!)

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If you were a rival chief we’d kill you first and then
We’d stuff you like a scarecrow but one for scaring men.

Then we’d rest your bony fingers on the stretched skin of your belly
And in the breeze, they’d tap that tum like a drummer - but more smelly!

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Drink from their skull
(Do the Pachacuti)
Pull out their teeth whole
(Do the Pachacuti)
Use their skin as a drum
(Do the Pachacuti)
I’ve never had so much fun!
(Pachacuti!)