The Pumpkinpatch Murders Lyrics - Blitzkid

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 

(bridge) 

The orange goblins speak to me in the night 

As the moon casts shadows the pumpkins come to life 

(chorus) 

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 

(bridge) 

(chorus) 

(repeat chorus) 

Murder in the pumpkinpatch tonight! (x3)