Halloween - Stephen Lynch

This one’s weird because I only play it once a year

On Halloween

Scary…

Thinking of all the cool creatures that I will meet, on this night

Ghosts and goblins and witches roaming the streets, in moonlight

Bowls of candy and goodies delicious and waiting, in store

The sound of cute little footsteps as they approach, my front door

Letting the children inside to drink beers

Razor blades hidden in 3 Musketeers

Screams from the basement of kids begging to be set free

That’s what Halloween means to me

OOOOHHHHH

Tightening the clamps that are holding their little heads, so tight

Putting my lips to their ears as I whisper «please, don’t fight»

I promise I’ll let you go home if you swear not to tell, a soul

Well I’ll just untie these, I’m kidding now where is my chainsaw let’s rock and

roll

A pinch of your brother, a teaspoon of you

With the head of your sister would make a good stew

I’d give you a taste but your tongue’s in the stew

Irony, that’s what Halloween means to me

Trick or treat smell my feet, give me something good to eat

Trick or treat smell my feet, give me someone good to eat