Aztec Priests Song

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 priest would please the gods this way

Hoards of enemies we'd slay

Mass sacrifice

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

Ha! Ha! Ha! Ha!

You won't survive! You won't survive!

Ha! Ha! Ha! Ha!

Ain't staying alive! Ain't staying alive!

Yeah!

With scarifice, we priest appease

Our gods each powerful big cheese

Lets hear it for your favourits please! Haaa!

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!

Ha! Ha! Ha! Ha!

Don't cross us Aztecz, we advise ya!

Ha! Ha! Ha! Ha!

Or you'll end up as fertiliser!

Yeah!

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 proberbly 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, desmembering methods vary

All you need to know, is that we pill 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!

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!