Well I came across a child of the corn
He was walking along the road
And I asked him, tell me where are you going
This he told me
Well I'm goin' down to Ironman's town
Gonna join in a Halloween spree
Got to get my FCG
And set my ghost free

We are haunters across the nation
We build tombs out of insulation
And we've got to get ourselves back to the darkness

Well then I can stalk beside you
Cause I wanna build a bog
So I need to chill some fog
And crickets chirping
And maybe its the time of the year
For Barbeques and beer
But I'd rather build an Animated Annie

We build reapers, we make goblins
Search flea markets for lamps and coffins
And we've got to get ourselves back to the darkness<

We are haunters across the nation
We build tombs out of insulation
And we've got to get ourselves back to the darkness

By the time we got to Ironstock
We were several hundred strong
And everyone brought along a prop for swapping
And I dreamed I saw a Monster Mud tree
It was shooting into the sky
Covered with spiders and flies of our creation

We build reapers, we make goblins
Search flea markets for lamps and coffins
And we've got to get ourselves back to the darkness