We deserve an award for being so evil Bow for applause, but there are are no people Down on one knee A dream that reverses I saw his face, the demon of verses They speak of the beast We hear of the danger From out of a cloud In walks a stranger His hands touch and capture His face flushed with rapture Give me a key that opens the places That leads to the door where the back of the face is That opens the door where the back of the face is What a Halloween What a horror What a Halloween
