Hallow's Grave

At the end of Fifth Avenue, in the morning about two
 In the park, in the dark,
 as I walked through the shadows of the moon
 A voice called to me and I looked up to see
 A striking young woman
 was hanging from a branch of a tree.
 I stopped dead. . . in my tracks
 With her piercing eyes. . . I was trapped like rat
 Come here little sweet thing. . . Forget all you know.
 Me and my friends want to
 Welcome . . . you to the show
 Then up from the ground came a howling sound
 Skeletons came shouting
 and screaming and jumping around
 Spirits came up from the ground
 They started dancing around
 I was in serious trouble.
 When they did the skeleton shuffle. Oh No, Oh No, Oh No, Oh No . . .
 We all rattled and rolled like manics
 All around Washington Square
 Poking me with their fingers
 All bony and bare
 While the woman was swinging
 from an old Elm tree
 Oh No Her neck was broken
 but her spirit was free. Was free . . .Was free . . .Was free . . .