Close The Door

You've done bad
Y'all know what's said on bad kids don't you?
Pumpkinhead
Pumpkinhead

Jebodiah, close the door
We don't want him coming round no more
He's got a hex on his life
Think about your kids and your wife
You've always been a good man

You always help when you can
But we suggest you mind your own
Don't want that thing near our home
We all were good and she was bad
We blamed an innocent man
The fires did not take; they just got her mad

It's better only one face her wrath
Jebodiah, I'm gonna let you go
Ain't no room for heroes at this show
Don't you know that you can't win?

He's been marked, there ain't no saving him
You interfere, you'll die as well
If you're gonna tempt the gates of Hell
Don't you worry, we'll watch over your kin
'Cause we're never gonna see you again

Keep away from Pumpkinhead unless you're tired of living
His enemies are mostly dead; he's mean and unforgiving
Laugh at him and you're undone, but in some dreadful fashion
Vengeance he considers fun and plans it with a passion

Time will not erase or blot a plot that he's been brewing
It's when you think that he's forgot, he'll conjure your undoing
Bolted doors and windows barred, guard dogs prowling in your yard
Won't protect you in your bed - nothing will from Pumpkinhead

I wake up in the morning and I fry myself a couple of eggs
She's walking round the kitchen showing off them lovely legs
The boys are in the living room watching all their morning shows
I sit down with my coffee, watch them super heroes battle their foes
And oh! I gotta go! I gotta make somebody my foe
'Cause I'm just a lonely man

Part of the outcrowd; it's just me
Part of the outcrowd; I'll always be
No matter what I do I'll always be part of the chosen few
Part of the outcrowd, but it's just me
Part of the outcrowd and I'll always be

I'm doing it alone, but I'm doing it for all of you
Now who is wrong and who is right?
What's the plot? Why do they fight?
Those villains got me feeling like maybe I ain't so bad
And there's something in my heart, it hates the light
I can't find my place so I stay up all night

Walking round from room to room with a knife in my hand
And oh! I gotta go! I gotta make somebody
My foe, 'cause I'm just a lonely man
And oh! I gotta go! I gotta make somebody
My foe, 'cause I'm just a lonely man

Part of the outcrowd; it's just me
Part of the outcrowd; I'll always be
No matter what I do I'll always be part of the chosen few
Part of the outcrowd, but it's just me
Part of the outcrowd and I'll always be
I'm doing it alone, but I'm doing it for all of you