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,
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comes out to honor the dead.
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Families somberly walk through the town,
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they build altars and pray.
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Clean the tombs and clutch rosaries,
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and speak of better days.
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From the edge of the island,
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they ferry back to the shore,
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they climb under their covers
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and pray a little more.
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In this ancient city of stones,
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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,
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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,
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the crypts all creak,
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and toes sepulchered for months and months in dust
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are 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 I'm hoping you'll join us,
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Everybody come on out!! Yeah!!
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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,
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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,
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this town should be afraid.
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Candied pumpkins, sweet egg bread,
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we love rising from the dead.
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Carpals, tarsals, vertabrae,
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that's us clicking on parade!
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I move without any muscles,
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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,
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and porridge in our ribs,
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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,
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the living we're scaring,
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nightmaring in fright,
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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:]
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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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Skeletons 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,
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your fractured foolish plight.
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Pluck yourself from your gravesite!
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Yock dehay de yockity hum,
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(guitar)
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Heaven is having a hell of a time,
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Skeletons on parade!!
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Yock dehay de yockity hum,
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(guitar)
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Heaven is having a hell of a time,
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Skeletons on parade!!
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[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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Skeletons on parade!!
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Goodnight all my children now you must rest your heads,
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you wouldn't want the sun to catch you missing from your beds.
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Skeletons On Parade
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Ludo |