CITIZENS OF HALLOWEENSomething's up with JackSomething's up with JackDon't know if we're ever going to get him back He's all alone up thereLocked away insideNever says a wordHope he hasn't died Something's up with JackSomething's up with Jack JACKChristmas time is buzzing in my skullWill it let me be? I cannot tellThere are so many things I cannot graspWhen I think I've got it, and then at lastThrough my bony fingers it does slipLike a snowflake in a fiery grip In these little bric-a-bracA secret's waiting to be crackedThese dolls and toys confuse me soConfound it all, I love it though