Trick or Treat
There is never any candy in those bowls they hold outOnly enticing words of succulent lies
Leaving the victor, the victom sold out
With a terror of regret in his eyes
You could be the cool house with the items we've sold
We have a sale that'll leave you undead
So many deals you'll have to sell your soul
Just to get these costumes out o' your head
It's just so relaxing to see it on Halloween
All the True Blood Americans Beware
Because they're actually taxing your very dreams
And the American Dream's a nightmare
And with that a happy Halloween to your souls
I hope you gorge out until you get sick
Because I never get any treats in those bowls
The darn things are filled up with tricks
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