Skeletons On Parade

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 makin' moves all across the park
 We're stirring 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 on our ribs
 Their prospects are looking quite grim
 Board the mariposas now
 Set sail for the quivering light ahead
 We're desceding 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
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 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
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 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
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 Goodnight all my children, now you must rest your heads
 You wouldn't want the sun to catch you missing from your beds