David Berkeley - Halloween Parade Lyrics

Tired shoes for tired souls,
leather's cracked, bones are old.
Pass the wine around the porch.
Pass the tombs, pass the torch.
It's the Halloween Parade,
theres a grin, there's a grave.
There's a boy who won't behave.
It's the Halloween parade

c hypocrite is on the loose.
Raise the flag, tie the noose.
There's a case you will not crack
It's a character attack
It's the Halloween Parade.
There's a grin, there's a grave.
Halloween Parade. Halloween Parade. Halloween Parade.
There's some things I can't explain, it's my brain it's the rain.

There's an old man in the road,
leaves the girl, takes the gold.
Now the story's growing old,
King is killed, we unfold. King is killed we unfold. King is killed we unfold.
Halloween Parade. Halloween Parade. Halloween Parade.
Behind the grin there is a grave, it's the Halloween parade.