Miss Nancy was a'walking down
The graveyard in her best
And found a pile of stones unturned
Where Mike was laid to rest

She cried for help
A boy answered to her cry
It's just his skull that's missing, miss
So let me tell you why

Where did he go?
Where did all those skulls go?

The King is drinking Irish bones
To live another day
It's science for a richer blood
Who can afford to pay

And if you've got a shovel
And a stomach for the crime
Good King Charles the Second
Has a shilling for your time

And Nancy found more graves disturbed
Than she could hope the count
Bodies lay there headless
A startling amount

And when the savior comes
To raise them from the dead
How will Jesus be their guide
If they don't have a head?

How could they rise?
How can they rise without heads?

The King is drinking Irish bones
To live another day
It's science for a richer blood
Who can afford to pay

And if you've got a shovel
And a stomach for the crime
Good King Charles the Second
Has a shilling for your time

But all the Irish skulls he drank
Could not save him from death
And so the good king died
With bones upon his breath

And if he ever met the men
Whose corpses he befell
We will never know, but pray
They kick his ass in hell

We will kick his ass in hell

The King is drinking Irish bones
To live another day
It's science for a richer blood
Who can afford to pay

You've got a shovel
And a stomach for the crime
Good King Charles the Second
Has a shilling for your time