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 making moves all across the park
We're sitting 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 in our ribs
Their prospects are looking quite grim

Board the Mariposas now
Set sail for the quivering light ahead
We're descending 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

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

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

Goodnight, all my children
Now you must rest your heads
You wouldn't want the sun
To catch you missing from your beds