| They’re coming to carve my face, oh shit what a day
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| Will somebody pick me, I’ll see like the others
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| Put me on the porch
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| Sit back, watch me scare motherfuckers
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| They’re coming to carve my face, how lucky can I be
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| Well somebody picked me
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| I’ll smile with a teethy grin till I’m all covered in mold and sunken in
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| Chop my top off like Moseley does
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| Reach your hand in and rip out my guts
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| The face creates the little rips it cuts
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| Like slicing through a bunch of scream queen sluts
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| Put a fire in my belly so my eyes light up
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| It’s time to make the season of the pumpkin like us
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| Soon I’ll be retreating with the worms and the bugs
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| I’ll be what they’re eating, yet again I’m lifeless
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| They’re coming to carve my face, oh shit what a day
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| Will somebody pick me, I’ll see like the others
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| Put me on the porch
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| Sit back, watch me scare motherfuckers
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| They’re coming to carve my face, how lucky can I be
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| Well somebody picked me
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| I’ll smile with a teethy grin till I’m all covered in mold and sunken in
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| Every line in my jacket jump, neatly traced
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| Every seed that I spit, get a taste
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| Waste, nothing sitting on the front porch
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| Gazing so amazing all the shadows dance life-changing
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| They just stare, I stare back dreaming
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| One step closer, can I see 'em
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| I just wanna be them
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| Eyes, nose, mouth cut out
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| A perfect match for the act
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| Take 'em back to the pumpkin patch
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| They’re coming to carve my face, oh shit what a day
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| Will somebody pick me, I’ll see like the others
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| Put me on the porch
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| Sit back, watch me scare motherfuckers
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| They’re coming to carve my face, how lucky can I be
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| Well somebody picked me
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| I’ll smile with a teethy grin till I’m all covered in mold and sunken in
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| Carve the eye, now the eyeball
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| Remove the lid, let the orange guts fall
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| Carve the nose, put the knife in
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| Jiggle it around, let it make its own decisions
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| Carve the smile or carve the frown
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| Pyramids for teeth, knife up and down
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| Careful not to slip when carvin' and cut and bleed
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| Cause the taste of human blood is all a pumpkin really needs
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| They’re coming to carve my face, oh shit what a day
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| Will somebody pick me, I’ll see like the others
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| Put me on the porch
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| Sit back, watch me scare motherfuckers
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| They’re coming to carve my face, how lucky can I be
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| Well somebody picked me
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| I’ll smile with a teethy grin till I’m all covered in mold and sunken in |