To scare away their enemies
The frightening thing is not dying
The frightening thing is not living
Scientists guess which is worse we will ask
The medicine or the disease
The frightening thing is not dying
The frightening thing is not living
There's an old man living on the edge of town
Edge of town
With a skull in his window and the shades pulled down
Shades pulled down
And he laughs at fortune and he laughs at fame
Laughs at fame
And he laughs at scandal and he laughs at shame
Laughs at shame
Primitives dress in feathers and masks
To scare away their enemies
The frightening thing is not dying
The frightening thing is not living
Scientists guess which is worse we will ask
The medicine or the disease
The frightening thing is not dying
The frightening thing is not living
There's a young girl living on the edge of town
Edge of town
With a light in her window and her hair falls down
Hair falls down
And she loves me crazy and she loves me wild
Loves me wild
And she loves me tender like a lonely child
Lonely child
Primitives dress in feathers and masks
To scare away their enemies
The frightening thing is not dying
The frightening thing is not living
Primitives dress in feathers and masks To scare away their enemies The frightening thing is not dying The frightening thing is not living Scientists guess which is worse we will ask The medicine or the disease The frightening thing is not dying The frightening thing is not living There's an old man living on the edge of town Edge of town With a skull in his window and the shades pulled down Shades pulled down And he laughs at fortune and he laughs at fame Laughs at fame And he laughs at scandal and he laughs at shame Laughs at shame Primitives dress in feathers and masks To scare away their enemies The frightening thing is not dying The frightening thing is not living Scientists guess which is worse we will ask The medicine or the disease The frightening thing is not dying The frightening thing is not living There's a young girl living on the edge of town Edge of town With a light in her window and her hair falls down Hair falls down And she loves me crazy and she loves me wild Loves me wild And she loves me tender like a lonely child Lonely child Primitives dress in feathers and masks To scare away their enemies The frightening thing is not dying The frightening thing is not living Explain Request ×
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