Horrible Histories - Pachacuti Lyrics
I'm Pachacuti, the Incan lordAll other tribes dreadedMy name means 'he who shakes the earth'Not that I'm big-headedWhen it comes to claiming nearby landsI was the type to risk itBut it's how I treat dead enemiesThat really took the biscuitI drink from their skull(Do the Pachacuti! )Pull out their teeth whole(Do the Pachacuti! )Turn teeth into charms(Do the Pachacuti! )Make flutes out of their arms(Pachacuti! )Once on a hillside, my troops hidTo cause a rival strifeAnd when they jumped out, it looked likeThe ground had come to lifeThe rocks they are my warriorsI then used to boastAnd that little lie helped us win warsBut violence helped the mostI drink from their skull(Do the Pachacuti! )Pull out their teeth whole(Do the Pachacuti! )Turn teeth into charms(Do the Pachacuti! )Make flutes out of their arms(Pachacuti! )If you were a rival chiefWe'd kill you fast and thenWe'd stuff you like a scarecrowBut one for scaring menThen we'd rest your bony fingers onThe stretched skin of your bellyAnd in the breeze, they'd tap that tumLike a drummer, but more smelly! Drink from their skull(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! )
