You can raise your knife above your head
And drop it down into my chest
Let me close my eyes, I gotta get some rest
Baby girl we both know it's for the best
Both know it's for the best
And I've been up all night, worried 'bout the sunshine
Can't I just stay in bed until the day I die?
Until the day I die
That would be alright
And this year Halloween's on a Tuesday
He's buying razor blades to pop inside the cellophane
He fill the candy bowl with percoset and ketamine
And chase away the kids drop the candy and it ricochet
Now they gon' learn their lesson 'bout comin round here
Mean mister murder man collectin' up their tears
I heard he hasn't left his house in just under a year
But October rolls around and then he suddenly appears
Now it's too much, too late and it's too much given
Yeah it's too much, too late and it's too much given
Yeah it's too much, too late
Too much, too late
And all the kids scream"hey mister homicide
Happy Halloween, good to see that you're still alive
It's been a few months since we seen you comin' outside
Hope you're doing well
And if not you'll be just fine.