[Verse 1: Electro-rap male MC, cold and clipped over booming drum machine kicks] Rummage sale behind the church on the night before the thirty-first Fifty cents, a dead man's coat, the pocket heavy like a curse Pulled it out, a long white key, the bow carved like a little skull And the bit was cut so plain and smooth, so cold and kinda dull Lady at the table laughed, "That's a skeleton key, go on, it's free" I said, "Thanks," she said, "Don't thank me, honey, it was never mine to keep" Click-clack in my pocket as I walked home through the leaves It was warm, it wasn't metal, and it fit me like a sleeve [Hook: Electro-rap male MC, full drums] I got a skeleton key, and it opens any door Cut out of the finger of the man who had it before Click-clack, turn it, every lock in town gives in And it's whittlin' my finger every time I turn it again [Verse 2: Electro-rap male MC, colder, stabbing keyboard riff] Midnight on the thirty-first, every porch light on the street I just walked up to the doors like I was out for trick or treat Turned the key in every deadbolt, and they opened with a sigh Stood at the foot of every bed, and I never told 'em why Didn't take a single thing, I didn't move a single chair I just counted all the sleepers and I left without a care Then I looked down at my hand underneath the corner light And my pointer finger's thinner, and the knuckle's goin' white [Bridge: Electro-rap male MC, tumbler click, the snare becomes lock tumblers clicking up one by one] Click, the bakery, click, the bank, click, the preacher's back door Click, the jail, click, the mayor, click, and I can't stop anymore Click, my own front door, and it's open from the other side And a man in a tweed coat's smilin', holdin' out his hand inside [Hook: Electro-rap male MC, full drums] I got a skeleton key, and it opens any door Cut out of the finger of the man who had it before Click-clack, turn it, every lock in town gives in And it's whittlin' my finger every time I turn it again [Verse 3: Electro-rap male MC, menacing and slow over the kick] He got nine fingers wavin', and the tenth one's in my palm He said, "Thank you for the walk, son," and his voice was cool and calm "Every year somebody takes it, every year it takes a bone Then the coat goes back to the rummage sale, and the lock goes on alone" Now it's next year at the rummage sale, my coat is on the rack And my hand's inside the pocket where my finger won't come back Little boy picks up the tweed, says, "Mister, what's this in the seam?" Click-clack. Fifty cents. Go on, kid. Happy Halloween [Final Hook: Electro-rap male MC, full drums] I got a skeleton key, and it opens any door Cut out of the finger of the man who had it before Click-clack, turn it, every lock in town gives in And it's whittlin' my finger every time I turn it again [End]
