It's the end of October once again
There's a chill in the air like a long lost friend
Who you didn't wanna see and you didn't really miss
But once again there's no escaping nasty scenes like this

Monsters, zombies, spooks, and ghosts
It's hard to say which you hate the most
They haunt your closet, they fill the sky
And all you can ask is why oh why?

Harmless tradition or tedious task
Some people look better when wearing a mask
Spooks and ghosts may drift away
But some horrific nasty freaks are always here to stay