Boo scene shady, a grave fresh spady, scream-fest headless man,
Dr Hyde, violent, vile, so scary a plastic hand.
Halloweeners, those trick or treaters, witches and gob-lin,
His craft so grim-my, Yahweh's myth-y, necromancer of the damned.

Jesus freaks him off his feet,
Making trinkets for his god.
He's a quack, it's to laugh,
The tarot cards will drive you mad.

The necro man, he likes to scan,
Round the crematorium,
Looking on, and when they're gone,
To work he goes on cold and numb.

But oh, how he feels the zeal,
Try and draw the spirit near.
"Spirit tu, why don't you hear me"?
He is so crafty, holy.

You're a loser necromancer,
Headless horsemen on the highway,
Lay this down, you know you're sinnin',
Satan's a busy boy today.

Boo scene shady, a grave fresh spady, scream-fest headless man,
Dr Hyde, violent, vile, so scary a plastic hand.
Halloweeners, those trick or treaters, witches and gob-lin,
His craft so grim-my, Yahweh's myth-y, necromancer of the damned.