A#m         F
There are few who'd deny
          C#          Gm
At what I do I am the best
       F#          F                D#m
For my talents are renowned far and wide
        C          C#
When it comes to suprises
     C       D#m
On a moonlit night
    C7                    F7
I excel without ever even trying


         D#m              A#7
With the slightest little effort
      D#m        F
Of my ghost like charms
       D#m                       E
I have seen grown men give out a shriek
         G#         D#m
With the wave of my hand
      A#7         D#m
And a well placed moan
                      A#7               D#m
I have swept the very bravest off their feet


    A#7        Bm
Yet year after year
         E       D#
It's the same routine
      A#
And I grow so weary
       D#       A#7
Of the sound of screams
    F#
And I
D#m
JACK THE PUMPKIN KING
     B7       A#7          F#
Have grown so tired of the same
D#
old
A#
thing


   D#        Gm     A7            Em
Oh somewhere deep inside of these bones
   Am   Em     Am     Em
An emptiness began to grow
        D#        Gm        A           Em
There's something out there far from my home
  Am      Em        B7    Em6
a longing that I've never known


      Em        B            G        C#m
I'm a master of fright and a demon of light
         C               B           Am
And I'll scare you right out of your pants
     F#        G          F#       Am
To a guy in Kentucky, I'm Mister Unlucky
        F#7                          B
And I'm known throughout England and France


    Am         B           Am          D
And since I am dead, I can take off my head
     Am                   A#
To recite Shakesperean quotations
   D          Am      E7            Am
No animal nor man can SCREAM like I can
                    E7  Am
With the fury of my recitations


    E7  Fm         A#        A
But who here would ever understand
         E7                    Am       E7
That the Pumpkin King with the skeleton grin
      C           Am             F#m
Would tire of his crown, If they only
C#7   F#m
understood
     D7          C#7       F#m   D
He'd give it all up, if he only
C#       C#
could....


   F         Am    B7          F#m
Oh theres an empty place in my bones
     Bm        F#m     Bm      F#m
That calls out for something unknown
    F        Am          B          F#m
The fame and praise come year after year
     Bm      F#m       C#7   F#m
Does nothing for these empty tears...