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Mine is the house, we're all warned about when trick or treating as a child

Inside my head, perverted thoughts are hid, but the neighbors say my manners mild

Ive been rumored to creep, when all others sleep, you've seen me in my white van

Thick-rimmed glasses and a well-groomed mustache hide the face of a hideous man


Die cut witches, ghouls and skulls

A graveyard on my lawn

My house is dressed up for Halloween

The most elaborate on my street...


Trick or Treat


Most kids with sense, their muscles tense, and dash past my house Halloween night

But those with greed in there hearts, whose breath reek of sweet tarts

Drag heaving bags, in devilish rags, to the door of the spider that waits

And behind my thick glasses, I dream of their asses, butchered and ready to eat


A tape of horror sounds of fright

To lure them to my lair

Masked effigies and eerie lights

and a large bowl filled with sweets...


Trick or Treat


You've all heard this tale, in every village and vale, every  neighborhood has someone like me

Some say its folklore, to keep kids from straying too far, but I'm a wolf in sheep's clothing

For I am that man, in the white cargo van, and I'm prowling and ready to strike

I feign normalcy, so they wont think of me, when a kid goes missing Halloween night