[Hook: Shrieking hardcore-punk male lead, hardcore-punk, shrieked] Pop the trunk and reach in deep Biggest bars on the lot and they're all yours to keep Little further, little further, past the spare Pop the trunk, pop the trunk, I'll be waiting there [Verse 1: Shrieking hardcore-punk male lead, hardcore-punk, fast and mean] Church lot, Halloween, thirty trunks in a ring Hay bales, paper bats and the youth group sings Every trunk got a theme and a bowl and a light Pirate ship, a jungle and a rocket shining bright But the sign-up sheet says thirty, and the lot holds thirty-one Long black car at the end where the streetlights are done No plate, no driver, and the trunk's open wide Full-size bars in the back and a candle inside [Hook: Shrieking hardcore-punk male lead, hardcore-punk, shrieked] Pop the trunk and reach in deep Biggest bars on the lot and they're all yours to keep Little further, little further, past the spare Pop the trunk, pop the trunk, I'll be waiting there [Verse 2: Shrieking hardcore-punk male lead, hardcore-punk, faster] Little ones come running 'cause the word gets around Best candy in the lot at the end of the ground Parents on their phones by the coffee and the cake Nobody walks down where the lot lines break Good bars on the top, but the best ones in the back Kid leans in a little, and the trunk leans to match Arm in to the elbow and the candle burning low Arm in to the shoulder and the bars still glow Little further, little further, it's a long way in Long black car with a long black grin Somebody's mother calling names by the door Somebody's mother calling one name more [Bridge: Shrieking hardcore-punk male lead, knock from inside, the drummer answering each knock until the knocks outrun him] Knock from the back and the drummer hits back Knock from the back and the snare goes crack Knock, knock, knock, and it's faster than the kit Knock, knock, knock, and the lid comes down on it [Verse 3: Shrieking hardcore-punk male lead, hardcore-punk, all the way out] Nine o'clock and the hay bales go Thirty cars pull out in a single row Thirty headlights turning on the county road Thirty trunks shut tight with the leftover load Long black car at the end isn't there at all Just a pillowcase of candy by the fellowship hall Moms count heads and they count it twice Same number both times, so the number's nice Next year, same lot, same sheet on the door Thirty cars signed up, and one car more [Final Hook: Shrieking hardcore-punk male lead, hardcore-punk, shrieked] Pop the trunk and reach in deep Biggest bars on the lot and they're all yours to keep Little further, little further, past the spare Pop the trunk, pop the trunk, I'll be waiting there [End]
