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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