Bbm         F/A
There are few who'd deny
          Db/Ab       Gm9 (b5)
At what I do I am the best
       Gb          F                Ebm
For my talents are renowned far and wide
        C          Dbdim7
When it comes to suprises
     C/E     Ebm/Bb
On a moonlit night
    C7                    F7
I excel without ever even trying

         D#m              A#7
With the slightest little effort
      D#m        E#m7b5
Of my ghost like charms
       D#m                       E
I have seen grown men give out a shriek
         G#dim      D#m
With the wave of my hand
      A#7         D#m
And a well placed moan
                      A#7               D#m
I have swept the very bravest off their feet


    A#7        Bm
Yet year after year
         E       D#dim7
It's the same routine
      A#7
And I grow so weary
       D#dim7   A#7/E#
Of the sound of screams
    F#dim7   
And I 
D#m           D#m Ddim7 Cm
JACK... THE   PUMPKIN   KING
     B7       A#7          F#dim    
Have grown so tired of the same 
D#dim    
old 
A#7 
thing


   D#dim7    Gm     A7/G          Em
Oh somewhere deep inside of these bones
   Am6  Em     Am6    Em
An emptiness began to grow
        D#dim7    Gm/D      A/C#        Em/B
There's something out there far from my home
  Am6     Em6       B7    Em6
A longing that I've never known


      Em        B/D#         G/D      C#m9 (b5)
I'm a master of fright and a demon of light
         C               B           Am
And I'll scare you right out of your pants
     F#        Gdim7      F#/A#    Am/E
To a guy in Kentucky, I'm Mister Unlucky
        F#7                          B
And I'm known throughout England and France

    Am         Bdim        Am/C        Ddim 
And since I am dead, I can take off my head
     Am                   Bb
To recite Shakesperean quotations
   Ddim7      Am      E7            Am
No animal nor man can SCDAM  like I can
         Am         E7  Am
With the fury of my recitations


    E7  Fm         Bb        Adim7
But who here would ever understand
         E7                    Am6      E7/B
That the Pumpkin King with the skeleton grin
      Cdim7       Am             F#m/C#
Would tire of his crown, If they only
C#7   F#m
understood
     D7          C#7       F#m   D
He'd give it all up, if he only
C#(b9)    C# (no5)
could....


   Fdim7     Am    B7/A        F#m
Oh theres an empty place in my bones
     Bm6       F#m     Bm6     F#m
That calls out for something unknown
    Fdim7    Am/E        B/D#       F#m/C#
The fame and praise come year after year
     Bm6     F#m6      C#7   F#m
Does nothing for these empty tears...