Am F Dm E

[Verse 1]
Am
We’re Aztec priests so mind your head,
F
Our prisoners always wind up dead.
Dm
Our favourite colour is blood red,
E
We’re not nice.

[Verse 2]
Am
At an Aztec temple's opening day,
F
We priest would please the gods this way.
Dm
Hoards of enemies we’d slay,
E
Mass sacrifice.

[Bridge]
Dm                     F
To win at war, make crops grow more,
G                  Am
To cure our kids when ill.
Dm                  F
The sun to shine, this song to rhyme,
E
More victims we must kill.

[Chorus]
Am      G
Ha! Ha! Ha! Ha!
F
You won’t survive! You won’t survive!

Am      G
Ha! Ha! Ha! Ha!
F
Ain’t staying alive! Ain’t staying alive!
E
Yeahhh!

[Bridge 2]
F
With scarifice, we priest appease,
D7
Our gods each powerful big cheese.
G
Lets hear it for your favourits please!
E
Haaa!

[Verse 3]
Am                           F
We’re doing it for Toci, the Aztec goddess of the earth’s heart,
Dm                             E
We’re doing it for Chantigo, goddess who makes volcanoes start.
Am                             F
We’re doing it for Itzli, the goddess of stone knives.
Dm                   NC.
We’re doing it for Itzpapalotl-ometeotlchi-conahuiehecatl,
       E
Errr? Some other gods great lives!

[Chorus]
Am      G
Ha! Ha! Ha! Ha!
F
Don’t cross us Aztecz, we advise ya!

Am      G
Ha! Ha! Ha! Ha!
F
Or you’ll end up as fertiliser!
E
Yeahhhhh!

[Verse 4]
Am                            F
Our year starts in november, when every priestly member,
Dm                                E
Is asked if they’ll remember, our Aztec dead.
Am                                 F
We do this if you haven’t guessed, by getting something off your chest,
Dm                                   E
Your heart would probably be best, or else your head.

[Verse 5]
Am                                 F
And then on our year planners, it’s the raising of the banners,
Dm                               E
And it’s only polite manners, to kill more guys.
Am                         F
December and January, desmembering methods vary,
Dm                               E
All you need to know, is that we pile 'em high.

[Bridge]
Dm                F                 G          Am
May and June, it’s summer time, the killing is easy,
Dm                 C                  E
It’s only halfway through the year, bet you’re feeling queasy.
Dm                    F               G                Am
In autumn time, we sweep our home and kill some more but then,
Dm                      C              E
By late October, the killings over, then it starts up again!

[Chorus]
Am      G
Ha! Ha! Ha! Ha!
F
You won’t survive! You won’t survive!

Am      G
Ha! Ha! Ha! Ha!
F
Ain’t staying alive! Ain’t staying alive!

Am      G
Ha! Ha! Ha! Ha!
F
Want to live until you’re old?

Am      G
Ha! Ha! Ha! Ha!
F
Avoid us priests, you’ve been told!