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I used to spend the whole year dreaming about this night
Planning just how my costume would make them scream with fright
Hanging out with my best fiends, shouting “trick or treat”
Getting into some mischief, wild monsters in the streets
And I miss that feeling!
Don’t you want that feeling?
Happy Hall-O-Fucking-Ween
Next October my father said “son you’re too old for this shit.
Forget about ghosts and goblins, Halloween’s just for kids”
I wouldn’t be defeated, now I make my living from spite
I wear make-up and a costume every fucking night!
Cause I need that feeling!
We all need that feeling?
Happy Hall-O-Fucking-Ween
God I love the smell of jack-o-lanterns burning bright
And nothing’s like a full-size candy bar on a moonless night
Fog machines and children’s screams they make my black heart sing
Holy fucking shit, it’s Halloween!
And I love that feeling
You sing it!!!!
Happy Hall-O-Fucking-Ween
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My old boyfriend Johnny, was so handsome and cool
Daddy never liked him, cause he broke all the rules
But I fell for his fire, and his hunger for thrills
But racing for pinks pushed his luck to the brink, the black day at Heartbreak Hill
I wailed and I cried when my sweet Johnny died
And I prayed he come back someday
But now I’m wishing that prayer away
‘Cause now he’s back (He’s back, my dead boyfriend’s back
He’s back and I’m blue (he’s back, my dead boyfriend’s back)
He was so sweet before, now he’s outside the door
And trying to claw his way through
Yeah he’s back (he’s back, my dead boyfriend’s back)
And he’s dripping with gore (he’s back my dead boyfriend’s back)
And he won’t go away, so how do I say
I don’t think that I love you anymore
But he’s not like the others, the ones who shuffle and groan
My sweet darling Johnny is just trying to come back home
But his skin is all rotten, and there’s blood on his face
And the way that he was looking at me has me panicked and oh so afraid
I wailed and I cried when my dear Johnny died
And I prayed he’d come back someday
Now I’m wishing that prayer away
Because he’s back (He’s back, my dead boyfriend’s back)
He’s back and I’m blue (he’s back, my dead boyfriend’s back)
He was gentle before, now he’s outside the door
And trying to claw his way through
Yeah he’s back (he’s back, my dead boyfriend’s back)
And he’s dripping with gore (he’s back my dead boyfriend’s back)
And he won’t go away, so how do I say
I don’t think that I love you anymore
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Who are the creepiest babies around?
Little monsters, Little monsters!
Who wants to scare everyone in the town?
Little monsters, Little monsters!
Old Doc Terror in his lab on the hill
Can’t stop Frankie, Drac, Wolfie and Gil
Frankie
Baby Drac
Wolfie
Lil’ Gil
Who are the creepiest babies on town?
Little Monsters
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Go and scream your head off baby
There ain’t no one around
I’m gonna take your innocence
And plant it in the ground
It wasn’t something you said or did
It isn’t who you are
You just go unlucky boy
When I walked in that bar
Don’t worry you ain’t alone
I’ll build cathedrals with your bones
Don’t ask me why, don’t beg or plead
There’s always been a devil in me
Daddy said you were born for big things
Your momma’s pride and joy
Too bad they’ll never know what happened
To their pretty, dead boy
Stop crying my little pet
I haven’t even started yet
Little boy you’re gonna bleed
You’re ‘bout to meet the devil in me
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I was crusin’ through Texas
Sleeping on Elm Street
Thinkin bout Ben Traymor while my girls were getting lucky
When a chainsaw wielding
Murder glove slashing
Butcher knife boogeyman tried to fucking stab me
The body count stops when you get to me
Come on Sally hit us with your history
It was Texas, nineteen seventy-four
We were fun-loving hippies in a broken-down Ford
When a Fat-fuck butcher in a Leather facemask
Chopped up my friends like a psycho lumberjack
Blood was drippin’, my feet were slippin’,
Shit so crazy I that I thought I was trippin’
But the Hardesty girls don’t come to play
So I smashed out the window and ran the fuck away
Yeah, a chainsaw wielding
Murder glove slashing
Butcher knife boogeyman tried to fucking stab me
The body count stops when you get to me
Come on Laurie hit us with your history
It was Halloween in Haddonfield Illinois
I was babysitting this bratty-ass boy
When a faceless Shape murdered all my friends
That’s when I knew that Michael was back again
Tombstone looting, dog executing
Mad doc Loomis just won’t stop shooting
They say he’s my brother, but that’s a lie
And he keeps coming back cause evil don’t die
Yeah, a chainsaw wielding
Murder glove slashing
Butcher knife boogeyman tried to fucking stab me
The body count stops when you get to me
Come on Nancy tell us ‘bout your history
Freddy was a sick-fuck pedophile
With scaley ass skin like a crocodlie
Taking his revenge on the children of Elm Street
Hunting them down in their dreams when they sleep
I said fuck that, whipped up some booby traps
Set my alarm for a well timed cat nap
Yanked his ass out into the real world
That’s why they call me the mutherfucking Final Girl
Mutherfucking final girl
Mutherfucking final girl
Mutherfucking final girl
That’s why they call us the Mutherfucking final girls
So when a chainsaw wielding
Murder glove slashing
Butcher knife boogeyman tries to fucking stab ya
Take a little lesson from the final three
Otherwise you’re gonna be history
Mutherfucking final girl
Mutherfucking final girl
Mutherfucking final girl
That’s why they call us the Mutherfucking final girls
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Call me Evil, call me a witch
You can call me a mutherfuckin’-son-of-a-bitch
You can’t hurt me worse than you already did
Cause I stole all your power when I poisoned your kids
I got money, got power, got fame
The so-called righteous quiver at my name
Cops wanna nail me to their burning a cross
And the preacher can’t talk with a mouthful of cock
Murder gods and burn all the churches
No need to kneel when there’s no one to worship
Dark days are coming, this ain’t no bullshit
It’s Black October, Black October (x2)
Last picked skinny kid playground shame
Humiliation’s always been part of the game
But I got my revenge and I’m laughing last
Cause I love the way you scream when I cut you in half
Murder gods and burn all the churches
No need to kneel when there’s no one to worship
Dark days are coming, this ain’t no bullshit
It’s Black October, Black October (x2)
The airheads and braindeads
They just lover their hypocrisy
When I take them down, you’ll all be free
Murder gods and burn all the churches
No need to kneel when there’s no one to worship
Dark days are coming, this ain’t no bullshit
It’s Black October, Black October
Hecate-hex-the curse is writ in demon tongue and witch’s spit
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Little Darlin’ you’re gonna scream
It’s Halloween night
Little Darlin’ you’re gonna scream
It’s Halloween night
Yeah tonight is Halloween
And I know you’re gonna scream
When you see what the dead can do
I’ll take you to the graveyard dance
Where a ghoul might take your hand
And dance you right out of your shoes (you’re gonna need ‘em)
Icy fingers crawling up your spine
You can feel the terror climb
Maybe you’ll live if you scream
Little Darlin’ you’re gonna scream
It’s Halloween night
Little Darlin’ you’re gonna scream
It’s Halloween night
Listen to that witchy band
Rocking and a-rolling like no man can
They’ll cast a spell over you
In the shadow the werewolves growl
Vampires lurk, monsters prowl and
Ghoulardi says to “turn blue” (I think he means it)
Icy fingers crawling up your spine
You can feel the terror climb
Maybe you’ll live if you scream
Little Darlin’ you’re gonna scream
It’s Halloween night
Little Darlin’ you’re gonna scream
It’s Halloween night
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Go ahead and smash it all again
When you’re mad you ruin everything
Don’t blame it on the tanks and planes, don’t blame it on the bombs
You’ve always been the monster all along
Do do do do do do do
Do do do do do do do
With fiery breath you burned into my soul
And immolated everything I know
No song will ever sound as sweet since your mighty roar
At first sight, I knew my world was yours
When I see you mountain-size, it makes me feel so small
Powerless in your lizard grip I kiss your scales, I kiss you fang & claw
Do do do do do do do
Do do do do do do do
Maybe you’ll be happier at sea
Far away from memories of me
When you left you didn’t even turn to wave goodbye
The hole inside my heart’s a mile wide
When I see you mountain-size, it makes me feel so small
Powerless in your lizard grip I kiss your scales, I kiss you fang & claw
Do do do do do do do
Do do do do do do do
Oh, oh my God
Oh, Oh my God
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Beware the moon, It’s coming up real soon
I’d run if I were you, I run if I were you
Beware the moon, It’s coming up real soon
I’d run If I were you, I’d run, run
Nature isn’t fair, it doesn’t know the rules
And feeding’s always cruel, cruel
The beast within will sleep, until I set it free
There’s a wolf inside of me a wolf inside
Beware the moon, It’s coming up real soon
I’d run if I were you, I run if I were you
Beware the moon, It’s coming up real soon
I’d run If I were you, I’d run, run
We kill the ones we love, it always ends this way
Its written in our fate
There’s a poison in my blood called humanity
The wolf’s the real me, the real me
Beware the moon, It’s coming up real soon
I’d run if I were you, I run if I were you
Beware the moon, It’s coming up real soon
I’d run If I were you, I’d run, run
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Welcome to the house of wax and our terror hall of fame
Once you see my house of wax, you’ll never be the same
You’ll see Jack the Ripper’s victims and a mummy’s tomb
And the wax inquisitor might lead you to your doom
Dracula and Frankenstein have risen once again
Down here at the house of wax, you’re never short of friends
Down here at the house of wax you’ll find a lot of ghouls
Down here at the house of wax we humans seem quite cruel
We have machines devised to drive its victims mad with pain
A Catherine wheel, a pillory and even a brodequin
We will feed your nightmares a healthy, bloody meal
Down here at the house of wax the bodies all seem real
Once you’re in the house of wax safety isn’t guaranteed
Once you’re in my house of wax your soul belongs to me
And at the tours end, you’ll see, is where the hell begins
Forever on display beside your fellow murdered friends
In a shell of molten wax you’ll screams will be in vain
Once you’re in the house of wax you’ll never leave again
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When your milk runs sour
And your horses fall lame
And your babies are stillborn
Know that I am to blame
When all that you’ve sown
Turns to ash in your mouth
Know that my curse
Is what burned down your house
May the world forget you
May you live to regret your own birth
And may all that you love be swallowed up by the Earth
May your name become vulgar
May your bloodline end here with you
Let every false accusation
Bounce back on you and become true
May your teeth turn to powder
And your tongue be covered with sores
May your skin feel the fire
Of the witches you burned here before
May the world reject you
May you live to regret your own birth
And may all that you love be swallowed up by the Earth
May all who live forsake you
May you live to regret your own birth
And all that you love be swallowed up by the Earth
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Beware the Mummy’s Curse
Beware the Mummy’s Curse
There ain’t nothing worse
In this whole universe
Leave here now or leave in a hearse
Beware the Mummy’s Curse
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They call me mad, what do they know?
They’ll say my creature has no soul and that I’m the real monster here
But simple minds can’t understand,
I’ve dissected every inch of man and there’s nothing more than tissue there
And if there’s no soul, then I know I can bring you to life
Just like a God I command the divine spark of life
…and if there is a soul, let one inside him grow
Prometheus come guide my hand
Re-animate this re-assembled man and vindicate the one they laughed about
There’s no slumber in the grave
Only nitre and decay, unless a genius comes to dig you out
Its time oh it’s time to quicken my being to life
The modern day Adam, the nu-man a new form of life
By god now I know how it feels
To be a God to be queen
To trample death beneath my feet
In the streets my name will ring
To be a savior to this world
To be worshipped and adored
“We love you Frankenstein” they’ll sing
With a flick of this switch, I know I will bring you to life
You’re alive! Yes, yes you’re alive, alive, alive, alive. Alive! Alive! Alive! Alive!
To be a God, to be queen
To trample death beneath my feet
In the streets my name will ring
To be a savior to this world
To be worshipped and adored
“We love you Frankenstein” they’ll sing
Come my child, rise - you have nothing to fear
Your god, your creator, your mother is standing right here
If there is a soul, let one inside you grow.
They’ll call me mad, what do they know
They’ll say my creature has no soul
And I’m the real monster here
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