A song about a town known for it's Halloween tourism and the tragic tales of those who live there. Lyrics and vocals song artwork by Ian Michalski. Music is from a backing track found on YouTube.

Lyrics

Haunted sounds are played on stereos

And the chill of coming winter through my town

Tonight outside my window people hide behind their masks

Acting as if they don’t wear them all year round

With alcoholic cider in their goodie bags

All the ghostly tourists come around to play

And we who make our homes here with our families and friends

Just hope these freaks don’t speak to us and stay away

People come to watch the hallows eve parade

In all the lovely costumes they have made

Every skeleton from every closets here

On the one night they can gather without fear

Our town is known for its dark history

Ever since the days of pious puritans

Here many innocents died needlessly

Sure its tragic, but it brings the money in

In all our cemeteries you can see

Crumbling monuments for young lives that were lost

And if there is a fine for human cruelty

These poor unfortunates have paid the cost

People come to watch the hallows eve parade

In all the lovely costumes they have made

Every skeleton from every closets here

On the one night they can gather without fear

Let me lead you round our crooked streets

And you’ll see the local color we can glean

There’s the mansion of the widow Montieth

It’s been 50 years or more since she’s been seen

They say that she’s been married countless times

And each time her husband met a tragic fate

And now for love she sits alone and pines

Or perhaps she’s lying dead in that estate

People come to watch the hallows eve parade

In all the lovely costumes they have made

Every skeleton from every closets here

On the one night they can gather without fear

Every story that I tell tonight

Is depicted as the grand parade goes by

Just dig the music and the pretty lights

Its not your place to dig too deep or wonder why

Come the morning you will leave this place

and go back to the aimless drudgery you know

My only hope is that on foggy nights

You are reminded of our most amazing show

Those who come home from the hallows eve parade

End up looking for a piece of them that stayed

We take these pieces and we lock them all away

You will find them here when you return someday