Текст песни 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 The orange goblins Speak to me in the night As the moon casts shadows The pumpkins come to life Pick-axe in my hand Plunged into your back Slicing off your arms and legs Murder in the pumpkinpatch tonight 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 The orange goblins Speak to me in the night As the moon casts shadows The pumpkins come to life Pick-axe in my hand Plunged into your back Slicing off your arms and legs Murder in the pumpkinpatch Pick-axe in my hand Plunged into your back Slicing off your arms and legs Murder in the pumpkinpatch tonight Murder in the pumpkinpatch tonight Murder in the pumpkinpatch tonight Murder in the pumpkinpatch tonight!