Halloween in July

Ghosts and goblins on a summer night Fireworks like spirits as they trail the sky Have a smoke by the mausoleum, your hand in mine Grave dirt in our fingernails And the wind it whines You're just my type Everybody's watching us, why could it be? Everybody's so scared of our obscurity Faceless monsters with no sincerity Pitchforks and torches, why'd it have to be me Why won't they leave us be