Mysterious Things - Those Poor Bastards

Let’s quit foolin' each other

Let’s quit messin' around

Let’s wrap a man in the chains of a beast

Then hold him underwater 'til he drown

Let’s go huntin' for demons

Let’s follow their tracks in the snow

Let’s get a gun and shoot 'em in the neck

Then watch their evil blood start to flow

Let’s find a farm nice and lonely

Let’s climb down the chimney if you dare

Let’s howl like dogs 'til the moon starts to rise

And mosquitoes are thick in the air

Let’s sleep on graves in the graveyard

Let’s talk of mysterious things

Let’s walk on all fours 'til our hands turn to claws

Forget that we ever had names

Let’s get a bell and a bible

Let’s make 'em boldly ring

Let’s crack the skull of a man with no teeth

And see what good fortune it do bring

Let’s float up the side of a mountain

Let’s scream and cuss in the gale

Let’s beat a drum 'til the Indians come

And see how terrible we did fail