The Pumpkinpatch Murders

Out here in the pumpkinpatch beneath the dirt I hide

To kill unknowing farmers and to strip them of their hides

Such an unlikely place for atrocities of this kind

My secret slaughterhouse is here in the garden's where I thrive

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The orange goblins speak to me in the night

As the moon casts shadows the pumpkins come to life

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Pick-axe in my hand, plunged into your back

Slicin off your arms and legs, murder in the punpkinpath tonight...

Dug many a shallow grave

The soil isn't very ripe

I like it when they scream so loud and beg for their lives

Such an unlikely place to rip out someone's spine

My secret slaughterhouse is here in the garden's where I thrive

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Murder in the pumpkinpatch tonight! (x3)