Pumpkin Patch Murders - 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

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