The Skull and the Stick Lyrics


Game on!

Two team are gathered,

By the Rancidside,

This is for glory,

This is for pride.

Jousting, fighting, competing,

To be the village supreme

The crowds are gathered,

In unison they scream.

The skull finds the stick,

With skill, it is flicked,

They race towards the goal,

A game unholy unfolds.

The skull and the stick

The skull and the stick

The skull and the stick

Sport of the sick!

Brown Carter's skull,

The convict of the tribe,

Is part of this sport,

Mortal words can't describe

Jousting, fighting, competing,

In death there's no peace,

Round after round,

The game does not cease

The skull and the stick

The skull and the stick

The skull and the stick

Sport of the sick