Mine is the house, we're all warned about when trick or treating as a child Inside my head, perverted thoughts are hid, but the neighbors say my manners mild Ive been rumored to creep, when all others sleep, you've seen me in my white van Thick-rimmed glasses and a well-groomed mustache hide the face of a hideous man
Die cut witches, ghouls and skulls A graveyard on my lawn My house is dressed up for Halloween The most elaborate on my street...
Trick or Treat
Most kids with sense, their muscles tense, and dash past my house Halloween night But those with greed in there hearts, whose breath reek of sweet tarts Drag heaving bags, in devilish rags, to the door of the spider that waits And behind my thick glasses, I dream of their asses, butchered and ready to eat
A tape of horror sounds of fright To lure them to my lair Masked effigies and eerie lights and a large bowl filled with sweets...
Trick or Treat
You've all heard this tale, in every village and vale, every neighborhood has someone like me Some say its folklore, to keep kids from straying too far, but I'm a wolf in sheep's clothing For I am that man, in the white cargo van, and I'm prowling and ready to strike I feign normalcy, so they wont think of me, when a kid goes missing Halloween night