Слова песни:There are few who deny
At what I do, I am the best
For my talents are renowned far and wide
When it comes to suprises
In the moonlit night
I excel without ever even trying
With the slightest little effort
Of my ghost-like charm
I have seen grown men give out a shreak
With a wave of my hand
And a well-placed bone
I have swept the very bravest off her feet
But year after year
It's the same routine
And I grow so weary of the sound of screams
And I, Jack,
the pumkin King
Have grown so tired of the same old thing
Chorus:
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 the 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 Mr. Unlucky
And I'm throughout England and Frace
And since I am dead
I can take off my head
To recite Shakespearian quotations
No animal nor man
Can scream like I can
With the fury of my recited tentions
But who here
Would ever understand
That the Pumkin 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 somewhere deep inside of these bones
An emptiness began to grow
The fame and praise come year after year
Does nothing for these empty tears
