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- There are few who'd deny, at 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 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 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 Mister 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 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
- The strands in your eyes that color them wonderful Stop me and steal my breath Emeralds from mountains thrust toward the sky Never revealing their depth Tell me that we belong together Dress it up with the trappings of love I'll be captivated I'll hang from your lips Instead of the gallows of heartache that hang from above
- I'll be your crying shoulder I'll be love suicide I'll be better when I'm older I'll be the greatest fan of your life
- Rain falls angry on the tin roof As we lie awake in my bed You're my survival, you're my living proof My love is alive not dead Tell me that we belong together Dress it up with the trappings of love I'll be captivated I'll hang from your lips And stand at the gallows of heartache, that hang from above
- I'll be your crying shoulder I'll be love suicide I'll be better when I'm older I'll be the greatest fan of your life
- I've been dropped out, burned up, fought my way back from the dead Tuned in, turned on, Remembered the things that you
- I'll be your crying shoulder I'll be love suicide I'll be better when I'm older I'll be the greatest fan of your life