[Intro: Goth-rock male lead, cold minor guitar riff, driving tom-heavy drums] Alder Street in October, every lawn a little grave Mine's the one they drive to see, mine's the one they save [Verse 1: Goth-rock male lead, driving tom-heavy drums, thick snarling bass guitar, deep goth-rock baritone] Twelve of 'em I built by hand in the garage since June Hangman, bride and butcher and the reaper with the spoon Every one on its own orange cord from the outlet by the shed Every night I walk the line and I count 'em from the head Hallowed ground, the kids all say, and they dare each other near Twelve heads turnin' on a timer, that's the show every year But this October on the walk, I counted down the row Twelve cords on the grass and thirteen standin' in the glow [Pre-Hook: Goth-rock male lead, tom-heavy drums build, deep goth-rock baritone] Thirteenth by the gate in a coat I never made Nothin' runnin' to it, not a wire, not a blade [Hook: Goth-rock male lead, full band, huge goth-rock chorus] Twelve on the cord and I count 'em every fall Thirteenth by the gate never plugged in at all I can pull every plug till the last one's done It keeps movin' unplugged, and it's countin' me as one [Verse 2: Goth-rock male lead, servo whir, thick snarling bass guitar, deep goth-rock baritone] Every time I cross the yard, I can hear the little grind Of a motor in the neck turnin' slow to stay behind I checked it for a battery, I checked it for a spring Opened up the coat and there was nothin', not a thing Neighbors walkin' dogs say Walt, that new one's your best yet Got a way of lookin' at you like it's makin' a bet And the dread sits in my belly like a stone I cannot see 'Cause the twelve all face the street and the thirteenth faces me [Hook: Goth-rock male lead, full band, huge goth-rock chorus] Twelve on the cord and I count 'em every fall Thirteenth by the gate never plugged in at all I can pull every plug till the last one's done It keeps movin' unplugged, and it's countin' me as one [Bridge: Goth-rock male lead, servo whir turning on every bar, tom-heavy drums pounding] Midnight on the dot, I went down the line Pulled the hangman, pulled the bride, pulled 'em one at a time Twelve went stiff and quiet with they arms up in the air I turned around to face the gate and the gate was bare Felt a hand on my shoulder, cold as a cellar stair And a voice like a motor said you're standin' over there [Final Hook: Goth-rock male lead, full band, huge goth-rock chorus] Twelve on the cord and I count 'em every fall Thirteenth by the gate never plugged in at all I can pull every plug till the last one's done It keeps movin' unplugged, and it's countin' me as one [End]
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