I'm carving pumpkins, It's almost Halloween. All my friends are wondering what they're gonna be. The Monster Mash is playing. You're moving to the beat
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I paint my face every year all day The 31st ain't nothin' to me, another holiday All of a sudden face paintin's in style And I've been doin' ever since
We measure things by what we are To the maggots in the cheese, the cheese is the universe To the worms in the corpse, the corpse is the cosmos How, then
[Incomprehensible] How horrid to be buried alive Imagine the [Incomprehensible] trapped in your own coffin Your heart beating wildly, every gasping breath
You've been my golden best friend Now with post-demise at hand Can't go to you for consolation 'Cause we're off limits during this transition This grief
You and me, we're cut from the same cloth It seems to some, we famously get along But you and me are strangers to each other 'Cuz you and me, competitive
Red and gold, and halloween have passed us by, The charcoal branches lean against the rosy sky, You are so far away, yet I could touch you if I may, But
It's time to step up to the plate Life through's you curves set'em straight Gotta hold your ground don't let them make you fall (no) The most important
The dead, they got that morbid beat, it goes deo deo They dance upon decaying feet With their black toes, oh, oh Heaven limbo and Hell Purgatory, oh
This always happens to me Just when I feel happy They go and turn on me again The same thing every time I go out on a line Everyone else turns out fine
Playmate of the mouth
move on - light up the way banner and festival where the wine and plenty flow we'll go - let's make our way because the flame within our hearts telling
Red and green was the color of her dress Manipulation Pale blue was the color of her eyes Manipulation Yellow yellow, was her hair Orange sunburst, red
Fire for the hills pick up your feet and lets go. Head for the hills pick up steel on your way. And when you find a piece of them in your site, fire at
Undead feast, as they tear upon your weak flesh Terror builds, at the thought of being dead Prophecy of the wisemen of old Now comes true, as the corpses
Undead feast, as they tear upon your weak flesh Terror builds, as the thought of being dead Prophecy of the wise men of old Now comes true, as the corpses
Medieval Feast [M: Jevo, Patxa / L: Jevo] Now winter is gone and a new day is born The season of Spring when life is reborn. Time to harvest time