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 You've changed You've changed