Pumpkin Pie
Pumpkin Pie
Pumpkin Pie
Pumpkin Pie
The chanting was getting louder
Pumpkin Pie
Pumpkin Pie
Now in screams
At a feverish rhythm and pitch
Pumpkin Pie
Pumpkin Pie
They were coming with knives drawn
Pumpkin could not
Defend himself
Against them
Now he's somebody's dessert
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