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


         Ebm              Bb7   
With the slightest little effort
      Ebm        F      
Of my ghost like charms
       Ebm                       E  
I have seen grown men give out a shriek
         Ab         Ebm   
With the wave of my hand 
      Bb7         Ebm  
And a well placed moan
                      Bb7               Ebm  
I have swept the very bravest off their feet


    Bb7        Bm   
Yet year after year
         E       Eb       
It's the same routine
      Bb  
And I grow so weary
       Eb       Bb7     
Of the sound of screams
    Gb       
And I 
Ebm
JACK THE PUMPKIN KING
     B7       Bb7          Gb       
Have grown so tired of the same 
Eb       
old 
Bb 
thing


   Eb        Gm     A7            Em
Oh somewhere deep inside of these bones
   Am   Em     Am     Em
An emptiness began to grow
        Eb        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        Dbm      
I'm a master of fright and a demon of light
         C               B           Am     
And I'll scare you right out of your pants
     Gb        G          Gb       Am      
To a guy in Kentucky, I'm Mister Unlucky
        Gb7                          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                   Bb  
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         Bb        A        
But who here would ever understand
         E7                    Am       E7      
That the Pumpkin King with the skeleton grin
      C           Am             Gbm       
Would tire of his crown, If they only 
Db7   Gbm   
understood
     D7          Db7       Gbm   D    
He'd give it all up, if he only 
Db       Db     
could....


   F         Am    B7          Gbm
Oh theres an empty place in my bones
     Bm        Gbm     Bm      Gbm
That calls out for something unknown
    F        Am          B          Gbm   
The fame and praise come year after year
     Bm      Gbm       Db7   Gbm
Does nothing for these empty tears...
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