We're Aztec priests, so mind your head
Our victims always wind up dead
Our favourite colour is blood red
We are not nice!
Had an Aztec temple opening day
We priests would please our gods this way
Hearts 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
Yeaaah!
With sacrifice, we priests appease
Our gods, each powerful big cheese
Lets hear it for your favourite please
Haaaah-a-a-ah!
We're doing it for Toci!
The Aztec goddess at the Earth's heart
We're doing this for Chantigo!
Goddess who makes volcanoes start
We're doing this for Itzli!
The goddess of stone knives
We're doing it for Itzpapalotlometeotlchiconahuiehecatl
Err..some other gods' great lives!
Ha ha ha ha
Don't cross us Aztecs, we advise ya
Ha ha ha ha
Or you'll end up as fertiliser
Yeaaah!
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 probably be best
Or else your head...
And then on our year planners
And it's only polite manners
To kill more guys...
December and January
Dismembering 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 killing's 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...