Primitives

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
With his skull in his window and the shades pulled down
And he laughs at fortune and he laughs at fame
And he laughs at scandal and he 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
With the light in her window and her hair falls down
And she loves me crazy and she loves me wild
And she loves me tender like a 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