Ain’t Stayin’ Alive Horrible Histories (Ft. Jim Howick, Laurence Rickard & Mathew Baynton)

[Verse 1]
We're Aztec priests, so mind your head
Our prisoners always wind up dead
Our favourite colour is blood red
We're not nice
At an Aztec temple's opening day
We priests would praise our gods this way
Hordes of enemies we'd slay
Mass sacrifice
To win at war, make crops grow more
To cure our kids when ill
The sun to shine, this song to rhyme
More victims we must kill

[Chorus]
Ha, ha, ha, ha
You won't survive, you won't survive
Ha, ha, ha, ha
Ain't stayin' alive, ain't stayin' alive
Yeah

[Bridge]
With sacrifice we priests appease
Our gods, each powerful big cheese
Let's hear it for your favourites please
Haaaa