To the maggots in the cheese, the cheese is the universe
To the worms in the corpse, the corpse is the cosmos
How, then, can we be so cocksure about our world?
Just because of our telescopes and our microscopes and the splitting of the atom?
Certainly not
Science is but an organized system of ignorence
There are more things in Heaven than on earth
What do we know about the beyond?
Do we know what's behind the beyond?
I'm afraid some of us hardly know what's beyond the behind."
Fuck...living another Halloween
People on Military know what this means
Houses on fire, they're blowing up cars
Creatures on the streets and razorblades in candybars
I went to trick-or-treat, the first house on my block
Spit in my face and gave me a rock
I tried to give it back and said, "I'll take nothing instead."
Turned around and walked away and felt the rock peg me in the head
Walked to the next house directly next door
And there I found an old lady dead on the floor
I said, "Excuse me Miss, but do you have a treat?"
She lifted her leg and scraped flakes off her dead feet
I ran to the next house happy and giddy
There, I seen a fat woman holding up her titty
I said, "Trick or treat" she said, "Treat or trick"
And squeezed on her titty until it, fuck it, it's too sick
The next house up was set back in the woods
I was a little frightened, but fuck, I want the goods
I knocked on the door, I heard a knock back
And then I heard "Come in" and yo, I'm like, "Fuck that!"
This house belongs to Ms. Cherry Spoon
She said, "Drop your drawers your treat is coming soon."
I quickly grew a stiffy, but kept my eyes shut
A hand came out the mail chute and flicked me in the nuts
I wobbled to the next house, ready for the worst
And chilling in the drive was a long black hearse
I rung the doorbell and said, "Is anybody home?"
"Of course, little boy, have a sugar-coated kidney stone."
I walked through the field and to the next crib
It's friendly Mrs. Witherbee in her cooking bib
I said, "How about some candy?"
She said, "How about instead
A nice, hot, fresh, homemade loaf of yeast infection bread?"
My bags getting heavy so I rest on the curb
And riding on his bike, here comes little Larry Sherm
I snuck up behind him and kicked him off his seat
I punched him in the neck and powerbombed him in the street
Now my sack of candy has doubled in size
Up to the next house for my scary prize
I'm like, "Trick-or-treat, trick, treat, tricky, dink."
He opened up his door, slapped my lips, and didn't give me shit
Rocks through his window and ran across the street
To the big mansion, I'm in for a treat
I dinged on the dong, and here comes the butler
A big, gumpy, tall ass Lurch-looking mutherfucker
I said, "Hello Mr. is there something for my sack?"
He reached in his pocket but I think he hurt his back
It's taking him an hour, my bag is open, ready
But then he finally dropped it in my sack: a fucking penny
The next house is abandoned so forget it
But wait a minute, I think somebody's living in it
I ran up to the porch, "Trick-or-treat, you can't hide"
It was a crackhead, he crawled in my bag and died
The next house was mine, the last on the block
My mother's sitting on the porch shining up her glock
I climbed on the roof with my brother Jumpsteady
And we yelled, "HAPPY HOLLOWEEN AND CLOWN LOVE TO THE WHOLE CITY!!"
Fuck...living another Halloween
People on Military know what this means
Houses on fire, they're blowing up cars
Creatures on the streets and razorblades in candybars
Fuck...living another Halloween
People on Military know what this means
Houses on fire, they're blowing up cars
Creatures on the streets and razorblades in candybars
Fuck...living another Halloween
People on Military know what this means
Houses on fire, they're blowing up cars
Creatures on the streets and razorblades in candybars
Fuck...living another Halloween
People on Military know what this means
Houses on fire, they're blowing up cars
Creatures on the streets and razorblades in candybars