Out here in the pumpkinpatch beneath the dirt I hide
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To kill unknowing farmers and to
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strip them of their hides
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Such an unlikely place for atrocities of this kind
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My secret slaughterhouse is here in
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the garden's where I thrive
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(bridge)
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The orange goblins speak to me in the night
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As the moon casts shadows the pumpkins come to life
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(chorus)
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Pick-axe in my hand, plunged into your back
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Slicin off your arms and legs, murder in
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the punpkinpath tonight...
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Dug many a shallow grave
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The soil isn't very ripe
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I like it when they scream so loud
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and beg for their lives
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Such an unlikely place to rip out someone's spine
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My secret slaughterhouse is here in
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the garden's where I thrive
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(bridge)
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(chorus)
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(repeat chorus)
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Murder in the pumpkinpatch tonight! (x3)
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Pumpkinpatch Murders
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| Blitzkid |
