The Nightmare before Christmas - Jack's Lament

There are few who would deny at what I do I am the best
For my talents are renowned far and wide.
When it comes to surprises in the moonlit night
I accel without ever even trying.
With the slightest little effort of my ghostlike charm
I've seen grown men give out a shriek
With a wave of my hand and a well placed moan
I have swept the very bravest off their feet.
Yet year after year, it's the same old routine
And I grow so weary of the sound of screams
And I,  Jack, the Pump-kin King
Have grown so tired of the same old thing
Oh, somewhere deep   inside of these bones
An emptiness began to grow
There's something out there, far from my home  longing that I've never known
I'm a master of fright, and a demon of light
And I'll scare you right out of your pants
To a guy in Kentucky, I'm Mister Unlucky
And I'm known throughout England and France
And since I am dead, I can take off my head
To recite Shakespearean quotations
No animal nor man can scream like I can
With the fury of my recitations
But who here would ever understand
That the Pumpkin King with the skeleton grin
Would tire of    his crown, if they only understood
He'd give it all up if he only could
Oh, there's an empty  place in my bones
That calls out for something unknown
The fame and praise come year after year
Does nothing for these empty tears