[Verse 1]

Out here in the pumpkinpatch

Beneath the dirt I hide

To kill unknowing farmers

And to strip them of their hides

Such an unlikely place

For atrocities of this kind

My secret slaughterhouse is here

In the garden's where I thrive

[Pre-Chorus]

The orange goblins speak to me in the night

As the moon casts shadows

The pumpkins come to life

[Chorus]

Pickaxe in my hand

Plunged into your back

Slicing off your arms and legs

Murder in the pumpkinpatch tonight

Tonight

[Verse 2]

Dug many a shallow grave

The soil isn't very ripe

I like it when they scream so loud

And beg for their lives

Such an unlikely place

To rip out someone's spine

My secret slaughterhouse is here

In the garden's where I thrive

[Pre-Chorus]

The orange goblins speak to me in the night

As the moon casts shadows

The pumpkins come to life

[Chorus]

Pickaxe in my hand

Plunged into your back

Slicing off your arms and legs

Murder in the pumpkinpatch

Pickaxe in my hand

Plunged into your back

Slicing off your arms and legs

Murder in the pumpkinpatch tonight!

Murder in the pumpkinpatch tonight!

Murder in the pumpkinpatch tonight!