Aztec Holiday - Pungent Stench

Who shall die?

Who and why?

Who must die?

Who will say goodbye?

600 years ago

The Aztecs reigned supreme

Deep in the heart of Mexico

A rogue regime

They loved to party hard

Fun at any price

Particularly with regard

To human sacrifice

Throwing the slaves into their graves

Buried alive, never revive

Lock up the children, make them cry

Starving their bodies, watch them die

Draped to the stage, opn ribcage

Torn apart to steal the hart

Ancient idols soaked in human blood

Placed on a sacrificial stone

The priest would cut through flesh and bone

Distract with pain the victims groan

Everybody liked to know

Who shall die?

Who and why?

Who must die?

Who will say goodbye?

Instead of flower power

They had the flower war

And early morning at ghastly hour

They climbed Templo Mayor

To honor the god of fire

They would light up a stake

And as the flames went higher and higher

They watched the victims bake

Skinning a woman, a difficult task

Use her skin like a Leatherface mask

Cannibalize, Aztec cuisine

Exuberant, yet high in protein

The bleeding head was placed on display

Nothing else mattered on such a day

All you can eat at the human buffet

Throwing the slaves into their graves

Buried alive, never revive

Lock up the children, make them cry

Starving their bodies, watch them die

Draped to the stage, open ribcage

Torn apart to steal the heart

Ancient idols soaked in human blood

Placed on a sacrificial stone

The priest would cut through flesh and bone

Distract with pain the victims groan

Everybody liked to know

Who shall die?

Who and why?

Who must die?

Who will say goodbye?