There are (Am)few who’d de (E)ny at what I (C)do I am the (F#m9)best, for my (F)tal ents are re (E)nowned far and (Dm)wide.

When it (B)comes to sur (Am)pris es on a (B)moon lit night, I ex (B7)cel with out ev er e ven (E)try ing.

With the (Dm)slight est lit tle (A7)ef fort of my (Dm)ghost like (Edim7)charms, I have (Dm)seen grown men give out a (Eb)shriek.

With the (Gdim)wave of my (Dm)hand and a (Dm)well placed moan, I have (Dm)swept the ver y (A7)brav est off their (Dm)feet.

Yet (A7)year af ter (Bbm)year, it’s the (Eb)same rou (Bbm)tine, and I (A)grow so wea ry of the (G#dim7)sound of (A)screams.

And (Fdim7)I,

(Dm)Jack, the (CN.C.)Pump kin King, have (Bb)grown so (A)tir ed of the (G#dim)same old (A)thing.

Oh, (Ebdim)some where (Gm)deep in (A)side of these (Em)bones, an (Am6)emp ti (Em)ness be (Am6)gan to (Em)grow.

There’s (Ebdim)some thing (Gm)out there, (Am)far from my (Em)home, a (Am6)long ing (Em)that I’ve (B)nev er (Em)known.

I’m a mas ter of (B)fright and a (G)de mon of (C#m9)light, and I’ll (C)scare you right (B)out of your (Am)pants.

To a (F#)guy in Ken (Gdim7)tuck y, I’m (F#)Mis ter Un luck y and I’m (F#7)known through out Eng land and (B)France.

And (Am)since I am (G#dim)dead, I can (Am)take off my (G#dim)head to re (Am)cite Shake spear

(Bb)ta

No (Ddim7)an i mal, no (Am)man can (E7)scream like I (Am)can with fu ry of my re ci (Am)ta

But (E7)who

(Fm)here would (Adim7)ev er un der stand that the (E7)Pump kin King with the (Am)skel e ton (E)grin would (Am)tire of his crown?

If they (F#m)on ly un der stood, he’d (D)give it all (C#)up if he (F#m)on ly (C#)could.

Oh, (Ebdim)there’s an (Gm)emp ty (A7)place in my (Em)bones that (Am6)calls out (Em)for some (Am6)thing un (Em)known.

The (Ebdim)fame and (Gm)praise come (A)year af ter (Em)year, does (Am6)noth ing (Edim7)for these (B7)emp ty (Em)tears.