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
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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
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
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
Slicin off your arms and legs, murder in the punpkinpath tonight...
Pick-axe in my hand, plunged into your back
Slicin off your arms and legs, murder in the punpkinpath tonight...
Murder in the pumpkinpatch tonight
Murder in the pumpkinpatch tonight
Murder in the pumpkinpatch tonight

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