Great the season,
but thats isn't all,
for Halloween is coming.
Be afraid, you all.

Every season,
especially, fall,
flowers and leaves,
will tumble, all.

A lack of sleep will be
the death of me.
It will be
for an eternity.

Round about,
no matter,
what its name,
is still a silly,
adult game.

Do you perceive
a new change in life,
where you will marry
and have a new wife?

Don't be worried,
don't be scared,
gather your things and
be prepared.

Racing down,
Canyon Road,
speeding now,
just a load

of teen-age souls,
bent on finding Hell,
as they raced against
a clock which told,

if you succeed,
you will never get old,
for you will be part of
infamy. But do not worry,

you will be remembered
in the only verse,
when They gather you up
for the final ride,
in the hearse

No matter
what is said,
once you're gone,
your still dead.

When love,
hits you in the eye,
like a big piece of pie,
that's abuse.

No grave to day,
to dance upon,
so you may choose
to move along.

Come back tomorrow,
if you must dance,
for I am certain,
you'll have another chance.

When the day is gone,
when the nights grown cold
I remember when
we all grew old.

I swear to God,
my mind is gone,
so I'd best be,
moving right along.

When the last wave,
has hit the distant shore,
please understand,
I won't be with you anymore.

The love I have for others,
may come nevermore,
but I will continue waiting for you
on the distant far offshore.