The Pumpkinpatch Murders (Revamped) Songtext
von Blitzkid

Out here in the pumpkin-patch
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

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 pumpkin-patch tonight

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 pumpkin-patch

Pick-axe in my hand
Plunged into your back
Slicin′ off your arms and legs
Murder in the pumpkin-patch tonight

Murder in the pumpkin-patch tonight
Murder in the pumpkin-patch tonight
Murder in the pumpkin-patch tonight