| Hey there doe, welcome to the motherfucking carnival
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| Where you can see people like me and paul
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| Coming from the cages of the freek show
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| Ready to splatter blood on the wall
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| Bright red apple complete for the razor blade
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| Cut up folks and put em in the suit case
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| I can hear em talking, even walking by my window
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| Make it stop, take alot pills and let the sin go
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| Black cats and a jack o’lantern’s
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| Word of the way it goes and evil bastards
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| But witches fly up in the sky
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| Laughing like the devil with the glowing red eyes
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| Demons spawns eat planet through the flame
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| End it all with a shot to the brain
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| Celebrate the dead halloweens here
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| No more hiding invite spirtis to near
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| Oh it’s like the best time of the year
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| Halloween, we watch the grains growin', spirits float by
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| Oh it’s like the best time of the year
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| Halloween, we get to Speak with the ones that died
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| Watch it all burn and collapse, like your hopes and dreams
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| In fact I got it all on tap
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| Can’t wake up to the spirits say so
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| So I tapped to the ouija, and I let it all go
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| Candle light cuts the dark
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| Will they play with ouija in the trailer park
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| Demons want your soul and they’re ain’t afraid to grab it
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| Staring through the mirror with the medicine cabinet
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| Diabolical, a old school villains
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| And I can be whatever in the world that I’m feeling
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| Hanging from the cellin, when I’m talking on the phone
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| Dial tone letting you know that I’m really gone
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| Halloween night taunting the poltergeist
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| In a haunted house with a tape recored and flashlight
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| Don’t say once anger repeat with response
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| We’re sitting in dark asking what the fuck it wants |