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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 a 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
  • [00:13.46]There are few who'd deny, at what I do I am the best
    [00:18.45]For my talents are renowned far and wide
    [00:22.64]When it comes to surprises in the moonlit night
    [00:27.70]I excel without ever even trying
    [00:31.39]With the slightest little effort of my ghostlike charms
    [00:35.80]I have seen grown men give out a shriek
    [00:40.21]With the wave of my hand, and a well-placed moan
    [00:44.73]I have swept the very bravest off their feet
    [00:49.00]Yet year after year, it's the same routine
    [00:54.30]And I grow so weary of the sound of screams
    [00:59.16]And I, Jack, the Pumpkin King
    [01:04.38]Have grown so tired of the same old thing
    [01:11.62]Oh, somewhere deep inside of these bones
    [01:18.92]An emptiness began to grow
    [01:25.30]There's something out there, far from my home
    [01:31.22]A longing that I've never known
    [01:41.16]I'm a master of fright, and a demon of light
    [01:45.49]And I'll scare you right out of your pants
    [01:49.76]To a guy in Kentucky, I'm Mister Unlucky
    [01:54.27]And I'm known throughout England and France
    [01:58.47]And since I am dead, I can take off my head
    [02:02.88]To recite Shakespearean quotations
    [02:07.31]No animal nor man can scream like I can
    [02:11.75]With the fury of my recitations
    [02:16.24]But who here would ever understand
    [02:21.41]That the Pumpkin King with the skeleton grin
    [02:26.65]Would tire of his crown, if they only understood
    [02:31.63]He'd give it all up if he only could
    [02:39.20]Oh, there's an empty place in my bones
    [02:45.29]That calls out for something unknown
    [02:51.35]The fame and praise come year after year
    [02:57.49]Does nothing for these empty tears