Ghost, and goblins and witches roaming the streets . . . in moonlight.
Bowls of candies and goodies, delicous and waiting . . . in store.
The sound of cute little footsteps as they approach . . . my frontdoor.
Letting the children inside to drink beers.
Razer blades hidden in Three Musketeers.
Screams from the basement of kids begging to be set free!
That's what Halloween means to me.
Tightening the clamps that are holding their little heads. . . so tight.
Putting my lips to their ears as I whisper please. . . don't fight.
I promise to let you go home if you swear not to tell . . . a soul!
Well I'll just untie these-I'm kidding, now where is my hacksaw?
Let's rock and roll!
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ImnMucno1ew
A pinch of your brother,
A teaspoon of you,
with the head of Carson would make a good stew.
I'd give you a taste, but your tonge's in the stew.
Irony!
That's what Halloween means to me~
Trick or treat. Smell my feet.
Give me something good to eat.
Trick or Treat. Smell my feet.
Give me someone good to eat.
