My Song Book

Jack's Lament

By. Jack skellington

There are few who'd deny
at what I do, I am the best
for my talents are renowed 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 charms
I have seen grown men give out a shriek!
with the wave of my hand and a well- placed moan
I have swept the very bravest off their feet!

Yet year after year, it's the same routine
and I have grown so weary of the sounds of screams

And I, Jack, the pumpkin king, has 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!
(ohhh)
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 nor man can scream like I can!
With the fury of my recitations

But who here would ever understand?
that the pumpkin king with his 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.