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There are few who'd deny, at what I do I am the
For my are renowned far and wide
When it comes to in the moonlit night
I excel ever even trying
With the slightest little effort of my charms
I have seen grown men give out a
the wave of my hand, and a well-placed moan
I have swept the very bravest off their

Yet year after year, the same routine
And I so weary of the sound of screams
And I, Jack, the King
Have grown so tired of the same old

Oh, deep inside of these bones
An emptiness began to
There's out there, far from my home
A longing that I've known

I'm a master of fright, and a demon of
And I'll scare you out of your pants
To a guy in Kentucky, I'm Mister
And I'm throughout England and France

And since I am dead, I can off my head
To recite quotations
No animal nor man can like I can
With the fury of my

But who here would ever
That the Pumpkin King with the skeleton
Would tire of his crown, if only understood
He'd give it all up if he could

Oh, there's an empty place in my
That calls out for something
The fame and praise come after year
nothing for these empty tears