[Verse 1: Raw-throated skate-punk male lead, raw-throated, fast] Halloween night and I'm out on the prowl Long black coat and a permanent scowl Saw a lone runner on the county road Headlamp bobbing with a backpack load Figured she'd quit in a mile or two Hundred dark acres and nowhere to run to Grabbed my blade and I came out the ditch And she didn't even flinch, didn't even twitch Just turned up her music and picked up the pace Now it's wind in my lungs and the gravel in my face [Chorus: Raw-throated skate-punk male lead, raw-throated, full chest, shouted] Can't catch her, she don't even know I'm chasing Out here dying and she ain't even racing Blade in my hand and a stitch in my side Halloween killer getting lapped tonight [Verse 2: Raw-throated skate-punk male lead, raw-throated, faster] Mile six and my calves start to burn Mile nine and I'm wheezing at the turn Mile twelve, I'm dragging past the feed store sign She comes jogging back the other way just fine Hands me a water and a little sugar gel Says keep it steady, buddy, you doing real well Pats me on the shoulder like I'm one of her crew Then she's gone in the dark and I'm chewing on goo Mile fourteen, I'm on my knees in the grass Scariest man in the county getting smoked on the pass [Chorus: Raw-throated skate-punk male lead, raw-throated, full chest, shouted] Can't catch her, she don't even know I'm chasing Out here dying and she ain't even racing Blade in my hand and a stitch in my side Halloween killer getting lapped tonight [Bridge: Raw-throated skate-punk male lead, pace call, gasping, drums charging ahead] The quarry road, she's a mile ahead The water tower, and my legs are lead The feed store, I can see her light The church on the hill and she's out of sight [Verse 3: Raw-throated skate-punk male lead, raw-throated, shouting it out] Sunrise coming and the fog burns away She's coming round again on the very same way Twenty on the watch and she's barely wet I'm lying in a ditch with a cramp and a debt Thirty years of horror, I was king of the night Got outworked by a woman with a headlamp light [Final Chorus: Raw-throated skate-punk male lead, raw-throated, full chest, shouted] Can't catch her, she don't even know I'm chasing Out here dying and she ain't even racing Blade in my hand and a stitch in my side Halloween killer getting lapped tonight [Outro: Raw-throated skate-punk male lead, raw-throated, the band rides the last chord out and lets it ring] Lapped tonight Next year I'm training Lapped tonight [End]
