The Pumpkin King

[Intro] (A lone, eerie banjo picks a jaunty, mocking tune, building into a heavy, driving rock beat) Oh, all hail to the Pumpkin King! 🎃👑 The Pumpkin King! 👑🎃 The Pumpkin King! 👑🎃 Let’s all sing an ode 🎶 to the Pumpkin King! 🎃👑 [Verse 1] From August's heat to the frost-bitten ground, A corpse of briars without a sound. His suit is woven from thorn and vine, Disguised as a costume, or so you divine. He’s the Ruler of the Zed, yeah, Pumpkin Head, Rocking all night till you're wishing you were dead! [Chorus] Oh, all hail to the Pumpkin King! 🎃👑 The Pumpkin King! 👑🎃 The Pumpkin King! 👑🎃 Let’s all sing an ode 🎶 to the Pumpkin King! 🎃👑 [Verse 2] The soil remembers the blood it drank, The roots run deep where the flowers rank. Pesticides fail what the dark soil breeds, As mutant crops wake up to their needs. With a crown of roots and a stolen ring, He sharpens his sickles and claims his king! [Bridge] (The music drops to a creepy, rhythmic thumping whisper. The singer's voice sounds like hollow embers.) Look up at the sky... watch the harvest turn. The moon is a pumpkin, and its eyes burn. A black jagged smile in the stratosphere— And a million tiny wings that you shouldn't hear... (A squealing guitar screech simulates a tornado of bats) Bats from his mouth! Coating the sky! A black-winged cyclone passing you by! Sucking you dry till you're just a husk, Dragged to the dirt in the midnight dusk! [Guitar Solo / Breakdown] (Fast, frantic, chaotic rock-and-roll instrumentation simulating a high-speed chase through a cornfield, with heavy double-bass drums mimicking a heartbeat.) [Outro] He’ll pop right back up like a whack-a-mole, A swap of the face and he takes your soul. With his tattered cape and his brier crown, The night he rises, the world goes down! (The band kicks back in full throttle for the grand finale) Oh, all hail to the Pumpkin King! 🎃👑 The Pumpkin King! 👑🎃 The Pumpkin King! 👑🎃 Let’s all sing an ode 🎶 to the Pumpkin King! 🎃👑