oh no...the angst...the pain of self-discovery...if Nightmare Before Christmas is any indication, all skeletons go through some period of inner turmoil and unrest before reconciling their bony self...hope Joe follow suit :)
"Oh somewhere deep inside of these bones An emptyness began to grow There's something out there far from my home A longing that I've ne-ver known
I'm the master of fright and a demon of light And I'll scare you right out of your pants To a guy in Kentucky, I'm Mister Unlucky And I'm known throughout England and France And since I am dead, I can take off my head To recite Shakesperean quotations
No animal nor man can SCREAM like I can With the fury of my re-ci-ta-tions But who here would ever understand That the Pumpkin King with the skeleton grin Would tire of his crown, If they only understood He'd give it all up, if he only could....
Oh theres an empty place in my bones That calls out for something unknown The fame and praise come year after year Does nothing for these e-mpty tears...."
Poor Joe, one gets the feeling that the same happens every day.
ReplyDeleteBut hey, at least he doesn't have to worry about shaving.
Or bad hair days.
ReplyDeleteoh no...the angst...the pain of self-discovery...if Nightmare Before Christmas is any indication, all skeletons go through some period of inner turmoil and unrest before reconciling their bony self...hope Joe follow suit :)
ReplyDelete"Oh somewhere deep inside of these bones
ReplyDeleteAn emptyness began to grow
There's something out there far from my home
A longing that I've ne-ver known
I'm the master of fright and a demon of light
And I'll scare you right out of your pants
To a guy in Kentucky, I'm Mister Unlucky
And I'm known throughout England and France
And since I am dead, I can take off my head
To recite Shakesperean quotations
No animal nor man can SCREAM like I can
With the fury of my re-ci-ta-tions
But who here would ever understand
That the Pumpkin King with the skeleton grin
Would tire of his crown, If they only understood
He'd give it all up, if he only could....
Oh theres an empty place in my bones
That calls out for something unknown
The fame and praise come year after year
Does nothing for these e-mpty tears...."