In the alley
Running in rain puddles
From robots
Big silver box bots
Sent to gut me
Nevermind
Grab a pipe
They are made of card board
Beat the crap out of them
Squish rubber monsters inside
Inside the Halloween Express
Voodoo rites whispered to dark forces
The props come alive
The masks jump on peoples faces and transform them
Killing machines
Rip off mask, rip off face
Spell will be broken at suns first light
Pissed off clerk
Can’t make time with girl
Perfect boyfriend
Beaten by dude,
Promises vengeance
Conjures evil forces
Want to show girl his power
Make her his queen of contrived evil
She’s just looking for gas money
The place comes alive
The lawn ornaments, the paper skeletons
The costumes grab hosts
Police are taken over, wearing freaky masks
The masks fly off the shelves
The minions mission to bring the girl, gut the boy.
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