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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'd 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 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'd 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 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 boney fingers on
the stretched skin of your belly
And in the breeze they'd tap that tum
Like 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!