Day of the Dead

The village was quiet except for a few dogs barking

All the families knew they had to have their

Doors and windows locked tight by sundown

See, they felt safer that way even though they

Knew in their heart of hearts they weren't

It was for the children's sake so they could sleep

And of course this being no Mexican

Legend but the pure unadulterated truth

A few years back during the annual Day of the Dead festival

Well, there was a tragic occurrence...

It started like any other festival day

The women baking sugar skulls and bread for the dead

And sewing skeleton costumes for the little children

While the men sat on benches outside telling stories about

Their dead friends and relatives and drinking tequila

So, as the sun went down there would be a

Candlelight procession at the local cemetery

And that's where it all happened, that's where it took place

See, the mayor of the village was a desperate man

His lust and greed for power was such that during the last

Few hours of a losing election he made a deal with the devil

Drawing up a contract with old Beelzebub himself that he would be

Granted the election if he was willing

To give anything, anywhere, anytime

So he did, and so he won

As hours, days, and months went by everything seemed to be just fine

As there were no demands on the mayor who lived in

A lavish mansion on the hill overlooking the town

The people seemed happy and the fruits of life were plentiful

But as November 1st approached the mayor started

Receiving letters in the mail postmarked from Hell

The letters said: "On the first Day of the Dead

You will be asked to repay me, signed, the Devil."

Each day for one week he threw the letters

In the fireplace and went about his business

So as the first Day of the Dead arrived and

The sun sank behind his mansion on the hill

He walked with all the little children in their skeleton

Costumes with candles in through the gates of the cemetery

And their parents showed them how to

Kneel and pray to their dead loved ones

About that time the Devil sent in a band of demons on

Horseback and systematically cut their heads off one by one

And as the blood ran through the streets the mayor screamed

"¡Diablo es muerto! No matan a ninos

El reparto no vale!

¡Diablo es muerto! No matan a ninos

Dia de los Muertos!"