Jack's Lament (из мультфильма-мьюзикла Nightmare before Christmas)
There are few who deny At what I do I am the best For my talents are renound far and wide When it comes to suprises In the moonlit night I excel without ever even trying
With the slightest little effort Of my ghost-like charms I have seen grown men give out a shriek With the wave of my hand And a well placed moan I have swept the very bravest off their feet
Yet year after year It's the same routine And I grow so weary Of the sound of screams And I JACK..THE PUMPKIN KING Have grown so tired of the same old thing
Oh somewhere deep inside of these bones An emptyness began to grow There's something out there far from my home A longing that I've ne-ver known
I'm the master of fright and a demon of light And I'll scare you right out of your pants To a guy in Kentucky, I'm Mister Unlucky And I'm known throughout England and France And since I am dead, I can take off my head To recite Shakesperean quotations
No animal nor man can SCREAM like I can With the fury of my re-ci-ta-tions But who here would ever understand That the Pumpkin King with the skeleton grin Would tire of his crown, if they only understood He'd give it all up, if he only could....
Oh there's an empty place in my bones That calls out for something unknown The fame and praise come year after year Does nothing for these e-mpty tears....