Halloween
Thinking of all the cool creatures that I will meet, tonight
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 Three Musketeers
Screams from the basement of kids begging to be set free
That's what, Halloween means to me
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!
Writer/s: Stephen Lynch
