[TITLE: TRICK OR TREAT ON DEAD MAN'S CURVE] [INTRO — 4 BARS | HAUNTING FIDDLE, LOW ACOUSTIC GUITAR, DISTANT WIND] [VERSE 1 — FEMALE | DARK, MYSTERIOUS STORYTELLING] On Halloween, the undertaker led us Past the old church burning bright. Dressed as a plague doctor, with a porcelain-white face, They marched us through the night. I wore a burial shroud with muddy boots, And packed a rusted bucket for the sweets. We rode to Dead Man's Curve on a black funeral wagon, To haunt the moonlit streets. A hollow-eyed scarecrow waved us over, With a wicked, toothy grin. We tried to outrun our shadows beside the gate, Then someone called us in! [CHORUS — FEMALE | HAUNTING, RESTRAINED] Trick or treat in muddy boots, Come knocking at the door! Something buried, something forgotten— We’re coming back for more! We can handle restless spirits and walking corpses, We’ll laugh at any fright. But a coffin with our names? We draw the line! Trick or treat tonight! [VERSE 2 — FEMALE | GROWING DREAD] First, the graveyard keeper answered, Dressed as the Grim Reaper in red. We picked treat; got a photograph of our graves— “Those graves are OURS!” we said. Next, the widow from the cemetery wore a mourning veil, With a black-eyed child beneath one arm. We chose trick; got a chorus of voices screaming our names— That set off every car alarm! [CHORUS — FEMALE | DARKER, MORE OMINOUS] Trick or treat in muddy boots, Come knocking at the door! Something buried, something forgotten— We’re coming back for more! We can handle restless spirits and walking corpses, We’ll laugh at any fright. But a coffin with our names? We draw the line! Trick or treat tonight! [BRIDGE — FEMALE | SLOW, SINISTER BUILD] Then the woman with no shadow, dressed as a grieving bride, Stepped out into the light. “Choose a piece of midnight candy or a grave before sunrise! Which will it be tonight?” We picked treat; they passed us black sugar hearts, Then pointed at the moon. “Now join the dead!” They chanted, “Ashes to ashes, the dead rise soon!” And the fiddler struck a tune. [FINAL CHORUS — FEMALE | HAUNTING, CINEMATIC] Trick or treat in muddy boots, Come knocking at the door! Something buried, something forgotten— We’re coming back for more! We can handle restless spirits and walking corpses, We’ll laugh at any fright. But a coffin with our names? We draw the line! Trick or treat tonight! [OUTRO — THE TWIST | FEMALE | QUIET, CHILLING REVELATION] Then the undertaker dropped their porcelain mask, And we all began to shake. Beneath it lurked a real walking corpse— That costume wasn’t fake! My fingertips turned into graveyard ash, It spread across my skin. That cursed black sugar heart had changed us all— The monsters were within! Now we haunt Dead Man's Curve each Halloween, Come knocking at your door. Give us your last breath, and we won’t knock again— Unless you ask for more!
