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