Song | Jack's Lament |
Artist | YoungStar |
Album | Nightmare Revisited |
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[00:15.50] | There are few who deny, |
[00:16.97] | At what I do I am the best, |
[00:19.45] | For my talents are renowned far and wide. |
[00:23.76] | When it comes to surprises, |
[00:26.30] | In the moonlit night, |
[00:28.20] | I excel without ever even trying, |
[00:32.49] | With the slightest little effort of my ghost-like charms, |
[00:36.78] | I have seen grown men give out a shriek. |
[00:41.22] | With a wave of my hand, |
[00:43.69] | And a well-placed moan, |
[00:45.57] | I have swept the very bravest off their feet! |
[00:49.79] | Yet year after year, |
[00:52.79] | It's the same routine. |
[00:55.23] | And I grow so weary of the sound of screams. |
[01:00.70] | And I, Jack, the pumpkin king, |
[01:05.40] | Have grown so tired of the same old thing… |
[01:11.10] | |
[01:11.79] | Oh, somewhere deep inside of these bones, |
[01:17.99] | An emptiness began to grow. |
[01:24.40] | There's something out there far from my home, |
[01:30.32] | A longing that I've never known. |
[01:38.77] | |
[01:39.47] | I'm the master of fright, |
[01:42.10] | And a demon of light, |
[01:44.13] | And I'll scare you right out of your pants. |
[01:48.19] | To a guy in Kentucky, |
[01:50.72] | I'm Mister Unlucky. |
[01:52.67] | And I’m known throughout England and France. |
[01:57.60] | And since I am dead, |
[01:59.80] | I can take off my head, |
[02:01.39] | To recite Shakespearean quotations. |
[02:05.88] | No animal nor man can SCREAM like I can. |
[02:10.00] | With the fury of my recitations. |
[02:14.71] | But who here would ever understand, |
[02:19.55] | That the Pumpkin King with the skeleton grin, |
[02:24.56] | Would tire of his crown. |
[02:26.75] | If they only understood, |
[02:29.94] | He'd give it all up if he only could... |
[02:36.89] | Oh, there's an empty place in my bones, |
[02:42.84] | That calls out for something unknown. |
[02:48.74] | The fame and praise come year after year, |
[02:55.15] | Does nothing for these empty tears. |
[00:15.50] | There are few who deny, |
[00:16.97] | At what I do I am the best, |
[00:19.45] | For my talents are renowned far and wide. |
[00:23.76] | When it comes to surprises, |
[00:26.30] | In the moonlit night, |
[00:28.20] | I excel without ever even trying, |
[00:32.49] | With the slightest little effort of my ghostlike charms, |
[00:36.78] | I have seen grown men give out a shriek. |
[00:41.22] | With a wave of my hand, |
[00:43.69] | And a wellplaced moan, |
[00:45.57] | I have swept the very bravest off their feet! |
[00:49.79] | Yet year after year, |
[00:52.79] | It' s the same routine. |
[00:55.23] | And I grow so weary of the sound of screams. |
[01:00.70] | And I, Jack, the pumpkin king, |
[01:05.40] | Have grown so tired of the same old thing |
[01:11.10] | |
[01:11.79] | Oh, somewhere deep inside of these bones, |
[01:17.99] | An emptiness began to grow. |
[01:24.40] | There' s something out there far from my home, |
[01:30.32] | A longing that I' ve never known. |
[01:38.77] | |
[01:39.47] | I' m the master of fright, |
[01:42.10] | And a demon of light, |
[01:44.13] | And I' ll scare you right out of your pants. |
[01:48.19] | To a guy in Kentucky, |
[01:50.72] | I' m Mister Unlucky. |
[01:52.67] | And I' m known throughout England and France. |
[01:57.60] | And since I am dead, |
[01:59.80] | I can take off my head, |
[02:01.39] | To recite Shakespearean quotations. |
[02:05.88] | No animal nor man can SCREAM like I can. |
[02:10.00] | With the fury of my recitations. |
[02:14.71] | But who here would ever understand, |
[02:19.55] | That the Pumpkin King with the skeleton grin, |
[02:24.56] | Would tire of his crown. |
[02:26.75] | If they only understood, |
[02:29.94] | He' d give it all up if he only could... |
[02:36.89] | Oh, there' s an empty place in my bones, |
[02:42.84] | That calls out for something unknown. |
[02:48.74] | The fame and praise come year after year, |
[02:55.15] | Does nothing for these empty tears. |
[00:15.50] | There are few who deny, |
[00:16.97] | At what I do I am the best, |
[00:19.45] | For my talents are renowned far and wide. |
[00:23.76] | When it comes to surprises, |
[00:26.30] | In the moonlit night, |
[00:28.20] | I excel without ever even trying, |
[00:32.49] | With the slightest little effort of my ghostlike charms, |
[00:36.78] | I have seen grown men give out a shriek. |
[00:41.22] | With a wave of my hand, |
[00:43.69] | And a wellplaced moan, |
[00:45.57] | I have swept the very bravest off their feet! |
[00:49.79] | Yet year after year, |
[00:52.79] | It' s the same routine. |
[00:55.23] | And I grow so weary of the sound of screams. |
[01:00.70] | And I, Jack, the pumpkin king, |
[01:05.40] | Have grown so tired of the same old thing |
[01:11.10] | |
[01:11.79] | Oh, somewhere deep inside of these bones, |
[01:17.99] | An emptiness began to grow. |
[01:24.40] | There' s something out there far from my home, |
[01:30.32] | A longing that I' ve never known. |
[01:38.77] | |
[01:39.47] | I' m the master of fright, |
[01:42.10] | And a demon of light, |
[01:44.13] | And I' ll scare you right out of your pants. |
[01:48.19] | To a guy in Kentucky, |
[01:50.72] | I' m Mister Unlucky. |
[01:52.67] | And I' m known throughout England and France. |
[01:57.60] | And since I am dead, |
[01:59.80] | I can take off my head, |
[02:01.39] | To recite Shakespearean quotations. |
[02:05.88] | No animal nor man can SCREAM like I can. |
[02:10.00] | With the fury of my recitations. |
[02:14.71] | But who here would ever understand, |
[02:19.55] | That the Pumpkin King with the skeleton grin, |
[02:24.56] | Would tire of his crown. |
[02:26.75] | If they only understood, |
[02:29.94] | He' d give it all up if he only could... |
[02:36.89] | Oh, there' s an empty place in my bones, |
[02:42.84] | That calls out for something unknown. |
[02:48.74] | The fame and praise come year after year, |
[02:55.15] | Does nothing for these empty tears. |