Halloween - Stephen Lynch

Thinking of all the cool creatures that I will meet on this night 

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 you're 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