Paul Simon Nontooth - EXUMa

Let your voices shout, spit the … from your mouth

We are four fingers knock, remove the rock

Open the … locker

Let your voices like a … call from the dead the spirit of Paul Simon Nontooth

Paul Simon Nontooth!

Paul Simon Nontooth!

Paul Simon Nontooth!

Why do you call me from my grave?

Why did you call me from my grave?

Why seek you out this gruesome sight

The way I look for you tonight

Come, come and help me find my head, hehe

You call me back from the dead?

Come kiss these lips that have no meat

Then leave your souls down at my feet

Oh Paul Simon Nontooth, tell us why people live and people die

Give us riches, give us gold, and we will gladly give our souls

I pluck the feather from the devil’s hat

And I pluck the feathers from this cap

Don’t you tell me this and don’t you tell me that

Go, go, go with them and brig me my big black hat

Then bring me women that are skinny, and bring me women that are fat

Get me blood for I thirst

And if you don’t get me blood, I’ll drink yours first

See this cane?

Come, come here

Look at my cane, look at my head

See this head?

See this head?

These are the markings of the dead

If your souls have long been gone and you have nothing to trade tonight

I pluck the life from you tonight

Give me music!

Give me music!

Give me music!

Ah, heh, ah hehehe

Ah, sweet kisses

There is no soul

From the young and from the old

Move your clothes

Remove your earthly goods

You’re going with me to the fiery woods

You can’t sell what you don’t own

Hurry, hurry, come on, here comes the moon

I eat your flesh and I drink your blood

Then back to the fire, back to the mud

You’ve call me up from the dead?

Come rest with me in my fiery bed

Knock, remove the rock, open the … locker