Serpent Street

Written by Arthur Mountaniol

Walking down the Serpent Street
Filled with a sinful air
Dancing witch goes trick-or-treat
With her violet hair

Somebody in chains is gnawing his bone
Someone with no teeth, but bad
Smiley in the window looks like it’s gone
And the mob is going mad

Stretching out their sticky hands
Right into my eyes
Claiming that they’re all my friends
Monsters in disguise

How you doin’, pretty boy?
Don’t you join us in our joy?
Use your tongue, it will grow long
Your brain will go ding-dong