Those Poor Bastards - Mysterious Things

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 boldy 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