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 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 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 k** you fast and then We'd stuff you like a scarecrow But one for scaring men Then we'd rest your bony 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!)