Quill me screams of wicked things
that crawl between the walls.
Scrawl me songs about the nightmare,
that's creeping down the hall.
Add a touch of Venom smolder,
drooling from gaping slavered jaws.
And don't forget the lover's tryst,
when Jason comes to call.
I want to die in the graveyard,
where the living dead with rotting eyes,
sit at tombstone tables, dealing cards
and telling lies.
Give me ghoulish Vampires,
sipping pulsing warm sangre,
from the necks of senioritis,
so foolish as to lose their way.
And please you must inform me,
about your own sordid fray.
What sinful thoughts compel Your wicked days?
Do you indulge this lust?
What did the piper make you pay?
Are you still paying it today?
Please clarify your sin, before you pass away.
And as you cower in the night,
groveling upon unholy ground.
I fear I need inform you,
so don't say I didn't warn you;
there's a jolly monster lurking in your town.
He's planning mayhem
and slipping furtively around
You have probably heard his cackling laughter,
and know that it is you he's coming after.
But all he really wants to do,
is make sweet love to you--
Well that and play pretty party
with your lovely severed
And with that thought,
to think upon
I will just leave you here...
And be on....., my, merry, way.