Pachacuti Songtext

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Pachacuti Songtext
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...
I drink from their skulls!
Do the Pachacuti!
Pull out their teeth whole!
Do the Pachacuti!
Make teeth in to charms!
Do the Pachacuti!
Make flutes out of their arms!
Pachacuti!

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...

I drink from their skulls!
Do the Pachacuti!
Pull out their teeth whole!
Do the Pachacuti!
Make teeth in to charms!
Do the Pachacuti!
Make flutes out of their arms!
Pachacuti!

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...

I drink from their skulls!
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!
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