[00:13.52]There are few who'd deny, at what I do I am the best
[00:17.73]For my talents are renowned far and wide
[00:22.37]When it comes to surprises in the moonlit night
[00:26.65]I excel without ever even trying
[00:30.93]With the slightest little effort of my ghostlike charms
[00:35.32]I have seen grown men give out a shriek
[00:39.61]With the wave of my hand, and a well-placed moan
[00:44.04]I have swept the very bravest off their feet
[00:48.43]Yet year after year, it's the same routine
[00:53.66]And I grow so tired of the sound of screams
[00:59.04]And I, Jack, the Pumpkin King
[01:03.82]Have grown so tired of the same old thing
[01:12.10]Oh, somewhere deep inside of these bones
[01:18.42]An emptiness began to grow
[01:24.80]There's something out there, far from my home
[01:30.63]A longing that I've never known
[01:40.51]I'm a master of fright, and a demon of light
[01:45.19]And I'll scare you right out of your pants
[01:49.42]To a guy in Kentucky, I'm Mister Unlucky
[01:53.91]And I'm known throughout England and France
[01:58.09]And since I am dead, I can take off my head
[02:02.43]To recite Shakespearean quotations
[02:06.83]No animal nor man can scream like I can
[02:11.51]With the fury of my recitations
[02:15.76]But who here would ever understand
[02:20.88]That the Pumpkin King with his skeleton grin
[02:26.21]Would tire of his crown, if they only understood
[02:30.99]He'd give it all up if he only could
[02:38.67]Oh, there's an empty place in my bones
[02:44.45]That calls out for something unknown
[02:50.98]The fame and praise come year after year
[02:57.06]Does nothing for these empty tears