Reagan's Skeleton - Yeasayer

Tavern in a hole outside of Ventura

Lo and behold, found a beauty

Said I never seen a redhead compost just like that

She said, «Outside, got something to see.»

We walked a quiet road for miles at first

I couldn’t see a thing

The rattle from the dark chills up my spine

Coming from the trees

Oh, that’s Reagan’s skeleton, in the moonlight

Don’t fear the red eyes, fear the satellites overhead

That’s Reagan’s skeleton, marching our way

Sentimental violence, leading his armies of undead

That’s Reagan’s skeleton, in the moonlight

Don’t fear the red eyes, fear the satellites overhead

That’s Reagan’s skeleton, marching our way

Sentimental violence, leading his armies in the fog eternally

Must’ve passed out;

when I came to I’m tied up

To my surprise, by the young lady

As her face grew sick her nails tore out my heart

Blood trickled down, economically

The laughter from the dark was low at first

But became cacophony

I recognised the stench of burning flesh

As they began to feed

Oh, on Reagan’s skeleton, in the moonlight

Don’t fear the red eyes, fear the satellites overhead

That’s Reagan’s skeleton, marching our way

Sentimental violence, leading his armies of undead

That’s Reagan’s skeleton, in the moonlight

Don’t fear the red eyes, fear the satellites overhead

That’s Reagan’s skeleton, marching our way

Sentimental violence, leading his armies in the fog eternally

Horror, horror, oh what an awful way to fall in love

Horror, horror, oh what an awful way to fall in love

That’s Reagan’s skeleton, in the moonlight

Don’t fear the red eyes, fear the satellites overhead

That’s Reagan’s skeleton, marching our way

Sentimental violence, leading his armies of undead

That’s Reagan’s skeleton, in the moonlight

Don’t fear the red eyes, fear the satellites overhead

That’s Reagan’s skeleton, marching our way

Sentimental violence, leading his armies in the fog eternally