Out here in the pumpkinpatch
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
Slicing off your arms and legs
Murder in the pumpkinpatch 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
Slicing off your arms and legs
Murder in the pumpkinpatch

Pick-axe in my hand
Plunged into your back
Slicing off your arms and legs
Murder in the pumpkinpatch tonight

Murder in the pumpkinpatch tonight
Murder in the pumpkinpatch tonight
Murder in the pumpkinpatch tonight!