thumb|300px|rightThis 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 excell without ever even trying
With the slightest little effort of my ghost-like 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 its the same routine
And I grow so weary of the sound of screams
And I Jack the pumpking king
Have grown so tired of teh same old thing
Oh somewhere deep inside of these bones
And emptiness began to grow
Theres something out there far from my home
A longing that I've never known
I'm a 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 Mr. Unlucky
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 the skeleton grin
Would tire of his crown, If they only understood
He'd Give it all up if he only could
Oh theres and empty place in of my bones
That calls out for something unknown
The fame and praise come year after year
Does nothing for these empty tears