Caveat: Reagan’s Skeleton

Getting into the Halloween spirit, this is a truly interesting, funny, Halloweeny song.

Reagan’s skeleton is leading armies of zombies – maybe near Ventura, which sorta makes sense.

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What I’m listening to right now.

Yeasayer, “Reagan’s Skeleton.” Lyrics:

Down in a hole outside of Ventura
low and behold, found beauty
I said I’ve never seen a red head come boast just like that
She said outside, got something to see

We walked a quiet road for miles at first
Couldn’t see a thing
Rattle from the dark, chills up my spine
Coming from the trees oh

That’s Reagan’s skeleton, in the moonlight
Don’t fear the red eyes, fear the satellite overhead
That’s Reagan’s skeleton, marching our way
Sentimental violence, leading his armies of undead

That’s Reagan’s skeleton, in the moonlight
Don’t fear the red eyes, fear the satellite overhead
That’s Reagan’s skeleton, marching our way
Sentimental violence, leading his armies in a fog eternally

Must of passed out – when I came to I’m tied up,
To my surprise, by the young lady
And as her face grew sick her nails tore out my heart
Blood trickled down, economically

The laughter from the dark was low at first
But what came could call for me
I recognise the stench of burning flesh
As they began to feed oh

On Reagan’s skeleton, in the moonlight
Don’t fear the red eyes, fear the satellite overhead
That’s Reagan’s skeleton, marching our way
Sentimental violence, leading his armies of undead

That’s Reagan’s skeleton, in the moonlight
Don’t fear the red eyes, fear the satellite overhead
That’s Reagan’s skeleton, marching our way
Sentimental violence, leading his armies in a fog eternally

Gawker, horror, what an awful way to fall in love
Gawker, horror, what an awful way to fall in love

That’s Reagan’s skeleton, in the moonlight
Don’t fear the red eyes, fear the satellite overhead
That’s Reagan’s skeleton, marching our way
Sentimental violence, leading his armies of undead

That’s Reagan’s skeleton, in the moonlight
Don’t fear the red eyes, fear the satellite overhead
That’s Reagan’s skeleton, marching our way
Sentimental violence, leading his armies in a fog eternally