There are few who deny that what I do I am the best for my talents are renowned far and wide
When it comes to surprises in the moonlit night
I excel without ever even trying
With the slightest little effort of my ghostlike charm
I have seen grown men give out a shriek
With a wave of my hand and a well placed moan
I have scared the very bravest of their feet
Yet year after year
It's the same routine
And I grow so weary of the sound of screams
And I Jack!
The. Pumpkin. King!
Have grown so tired of the same old thing
Oh somewhere deep inside of these bones
An emptiness began to grow
There's something out there far from my home
A longing that I've never known
I'm the master of fright, and a demon of light
And I'll scare you right out of your pants
To a guy in Kentucky, I'm Mr. Unlucky
And I'm known throughout England and France
And since I am dead, I can take off my head
To recite Shakespearean quotations
No animal no man
Can scream like I can!
With the fury of my recitations
But who here, would ever understand?
That the pumpkin king with the skeleton grin,
Would tire of his crown?
If they only understood
He'd give it all up if he only could
Oh there's an empty place in my bones
That calls out for something unknown
The fame and praise, come year after year
Does nothing for these empty tears
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Songs
AcakLyrics to songs I like I don't care if you read it or not. They're my favourite songs , but if you'd like to read them go ahead
