Jack's Lament Lyrics - All

There are few who'd deny, at what I do I am the best 

For my talents are renowned far and wide 

When it comes to surprises in the moonlit night 

I excel without ever even trying 

With the slightest little effort of my ghostlike charms 

I have seen grown men give out a shriek 

With the wave of my hand, and a well-placed moan 

I have swept the very bravest off their feet 

Yet year after year, it's the same routine 

And I grow so weary of the sound of screams 

And I, Jack, the Pumpkin King 

Have grown so tired of the same old thing 

Oh, somewhere deep inside of these bones 

An emptiness began to grow 

There's something out there, far from my home 

A longing that I've never known 

I'm a master of fright, and a demon of light 

And I'll scare you right out of your pants 

To a guy in Kentucky, I'm Mister Unlucky 

And I'm known throughout England and France 

And since I am dead, I can take off my head 

To recite Shakespearean quotations 

No animal nor man can scream like I can 

With the fury of my recitations 

But who here would ever understand 

That the Pumpkin King with the skeleton grin 

Would tire of his crown, if they only understood 

He'd give it all up if he only could 

Oh, there's an empty place in my bones 

That calls out for something unknown 

The fame and praise come year after year 

Does nothing for these empty tears