| Every so often the blood red moon rises
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| This means big surprises
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| Cats can feel it, they fight with each other
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| Psychopaths emerge and strangle their mother
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| People are high without dope in their system
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| Miscellaneous violence you could list 'em
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| The suicide rate on these nights quadruples
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| And wolves howl with dilated pupils
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| But these blood red moon nights get worse
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| When they happen to fall on October 31st
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| Like tonight I’m a grown man I should be home
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| Handing out gumballs, but I’m all in the zone
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| I want to murder somebody with a dull butter knife
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| I want to run wild and let go of my life
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| I’m sweatin', twitchin', I’ve gotta do something soon
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| Howl at the moon!
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| Tell me! |
| Tell me! |
| Tell me!
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| Are you talking to the moon or something?
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| Tell me! |
| Tell me! |
| Tell me!
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| Are you talking to the moon or something?
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| Tell me! |
| Tell me! |
| Tell me!
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| Are you talking to the moon or something?
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| Tell me! |
| Tell me! |
| Tell me!
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| Are you talking to the moon
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| I want to bask and soak it in, all the precious moonlight
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| Tonight it’s bloody red it’s got me feelin' alright
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| On top of that it’s Halloween, the world is filled up with fright
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| I wanna reach the highest point so I can howl tonight
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| I don’t even like Halloween! |
| Fuck off me!
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| I ain’t giving out licorice and toffee
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| But tonight is different, I’m feeling frisky
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| Kind of like I drank a whole bottle of whiskey
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| I look in the sky and the moon is bleeding
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| Got me thinkin' I’m some kind of heathen
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| I grabbed the hammer out of my tool box
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| And slipped out the back door wearing my socks
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| Under the light of the red moon I hopped some fences
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| Wearing a Jason mask from Spencer’s
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| I’m tempted to enter a home and slaughter
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| Kill this old man and choke his daughter
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| How do I fight this evil urge?
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| A red moon Halloween means it’s time to purge
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| I stand there in a field with the moon above me
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| And howl because it’s so lovely
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| I climb up this house carefully and slow
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| Once on top I’m under the moon’s glow
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| I climb the chimney to the highest peak
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| And howl and try not to shriek
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| I climb a tree to its highest branch
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| The higher I go, the moon advance
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| I’m on the tippy top next to an owl
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| Peel out of my shirt and howl
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| If I don’t howl blood will spill
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| I climb this building or I will kill
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| To the top I stand up on the air duct
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| Aand start to howl, as off I jump
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| I scale this tower totally naked
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| The urge to kill, I just can’t shake it
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| I reach the top, the moon is passing
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| I start to howl and jump off backwards |