Text: Coffin Caddies (The). I Dream Of Jack-O-Lanterns. Lock! Shock! Barrel!.

Well, I know where witches came
From the mind of three insane
These evil thoughts inside my head
Might cook you up and eat you dead.

Enter Darkness
come into our world
we roam the night
we bring you fright
when death's your fear we hold you tight
we are pure evil

Lock! Shock! Barrel!

Take a breath, you breath bad luck
in your beds all nice and tucked
Grab Lobsterman?
Oh sure we can,
just ask our friend, The Boogieman

Madness fill our lungs with hate
as Halloween, it creeps up, creeps up
Hides our tears
brings out fears tonight
and soon we'll lay to rest