It's Time To Honor Ghouls

Stuck between seventeen million dreams

We'll carve pumpkins with our broken hands
I don't wanna trick or treat dressed as you
Boring, boring

My girlfriend has a bloodstained axe in one hand
while the other grips the hair
of a severed head that she stole one night
from a mannequin

I'll make love to a ghoul tonight
with wax teeth and a bulging eye
Blood shot club-footed creep of mine

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