John T. Wurzer - Halloween Nightmare

October leaves on the front porch damp and brown
Nobody breathes but the screen door makes a sound
Haunts the night with a squeal and a clap clap clap
Comes to rest on the door jam and leaves a gap
That lets the wild dogs in after a mischievous night on the town
Inviting all of their friends to watch the king as he spins on his crown
He goes down lying on the floor he goes down
He goes down he goes down and he spins on his crown
As the wild dogs are rumbling in
He goes down

October leaves in the back yard are blowing the most
Shirts and sleeves on the clothesline flap like ghosts
A chilly breeze through the bedroom window blows
The naked queen on the mattress can't find her clothes
And she laughs at the king as he's spinning on the hardwood slats
As the dogs start to sing while they're trying on his favorite hats
She goes down on a mattress divine she goes down
She goes down she goes down while she laughs at the clown
As the wild dogs are singing a hymn
She goes down

October leaves in the kitchen trace a path to the bar
A Pekinese and a Doberman wish on a star
Thawing out sirloin steak on a windowsill
Watching as the German shepherd tries to fire up the grill
Until the prince comes in swatting flies with the New York Times
He sprays the dogs with Raid and recites his favorite nursery rhymes
He goes down as he chokes on the words he goes down
He goes down he goes down but he can't find the ground
As the wild dogs are having a cow
He goes down

October leaves in the bathroom stick to the tile
The princess grieves and wants to lay in the tub for awhile
Turns on the water and falls asleep on the mat
Tub overflows and the water starts to wash her fat
Until it seeps out the door into a hallway full of fleas
Where the king and the queen have fallen down on bended knees
She goes down she can't turn it off she goes down
She goes down she goes down while she's swimming around
Even the wild dogs are paddling now
She goes down

October leaves in a scrapbook sit on a shelf
He only sees his own nightmares he sleeps with himself
A courtyard jester with a curious stream of demise
Mops up the floor with the memories that stick to his thighs
And he laughs at the royalty as they're standing in line at the phone
Who is that they ask
He says
You really didn't think that I'd come here alone
He goes down with a quizzical glance he goes down
He goes down he goes down as he walks out of town
And the wild dogs have all run away
He goes down
But every wild dog is gonna have his day
But they weren't really wild dogs anyway
Can anybody say what they were trying to convey
From a cabin in Colorado to a mansion in LA
It only teaches you to learn that you've got to live for today
Hey
He goes down
He goes down

Written by:
John Wurzer

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