This song starts after Jack returns from another Halloween. He eludes the excited townspeople and escapes to the graveyard for some time to reflect on his life.
Lyrics
There are few who'd deny, at what I do I am the best.
For my talents are renowned far and wide.
When it comes to surprises in the moonlit night,
I excel without ever even trying.
With the slightest little effort of my ghostlike charms
I have seen grown men give out a shriek
With the wave of my hand, and a well-placed moan
I have swept the very bravest off their feet
Yet year after year, it's the same routine
And I grow so weary of the sound of screams
And I, Jack, the Pumpkin King, have grown so tired of the same old thing
Oh, somewhere deep inside of these bones, n emptiness began to grow
There's something out there, far from my home, longing that I've never known
I'm a master of fright, and a demon of ligh
And I'll scare you right out of your pants
To a guy in Kentucky, I'm Mister Unluck
And I'm known throughout England and France
And since I am dead, I can take off my head To recite Shakespearean quotations
No animal nor man can scream like I can with the fury of my recitations
But who here would ever understand, that the Pumpkin King with his skeleton grin ould tire of his crown,
if they only understood e'd give it all up if he only could
Oh, there's an empty place in my bones
That calls out for something unknown
The fame and praise come year after year
Does nothing for these empty tears