Jack's Lament lyrics

There are few who'd deny, at what I do I am the best

For my talents are renowned far and wide

When it comes to surprises in the moonlit night

I excel without ever even trying

With the slightest little effort, of my ghostlike 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 tired... of the sound of screams

And I, JACK! the Pumpkin King...

Have grown so tired, of the same old thing



Ohhhh, somewhere deep... inside of these bones

An emptiness... began to grow

There's something out there, far from my home

A longing that I've never known



I'm a 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 Shakespearean quotations

No animal nor man can SCREAM like I can

With the fury of my recitations



But who here would ever understand

That the Pumpkin King with his 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 empty tears...
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