A song dedicated to Jack skellington
âThe pumpkin kingâ
A feeling Inside these bones
An emptiness i have come to know
The wicked world is not for me
But its too late for me
The same routine year after year
The sound of screams makes them cheer
All that changes this year
Cause I Donât want to be feared
They called me the pumpkin king
They screamed at my skeletal face
Still can take off my head
But the old Shakespearian quotes are dead
From the sea of snow
Into the unknown
So new and bright
The holly jolly lights
Makes the warmth appear
The pumpkin king is dead
A red hat on my head
A festive touch wouldnât hurt
But why donât they understand
Why donât they get it
Forget it
A day will come
When I feel the sun
Sick and tired
Of being dead
Halloween is just the same
Maybe its better to be a king
Then live in a fantasy
The crowds call my name
For the show that I bring
The town lights up
When October comes up
Better as a pumpkin king
Then living a fantasy.