Winthertid

A nightmare before christmas: Jacks lament

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There are  
Bbm 
few who’d de
F/A 
ny
 
At what I  
Db/G# 
do I am the  
Gm9 
best
Ab5) 
 
For my  
Gb 
talents are  
F 
renowned far and  
Ebm 
wide
 
When it  
C 
comes to su
Dbdim7 
prises
 
On a  
C/E 
moonlit 
 
 
Ebm/A# 
night
 
I ex
C7 
cel without ever even  
F7 
trying

 

 
With the  
D#m 
slightest little  
A#7 
effort
 
Of my  
D#m 
ghost like  
Fm7-5 
charms
 
I have  
D#m 
seen grown men give out a  
E 
shriek
 
With the  
G#dim 
wave of my  
D#m 
hand
 
And a  
A#7 
well placed  
D#m 
moan
 
I have swept the very  
A#7 
bravest off their  
D#m 
feet

 

 
Yet  
A#7 
year after  
Bm 
year
 
It’s the  
E 
same 
 
rou
D#dim7 
tine
 
And I  
A#7 
grow so weary
 
Of the  
D#dim7 
sound of  
A#7 
screams
 
And  
F#dim7 
I
D#m 
JACK…
 
THE  
D#m 
PUMP
Ddim7 
KIN 
 
 
Cm 
KING
 
Have  
B7 
grown so  
A#7 
tired of the
F#dim 
same 
 
 
D#dim 
old 
 
 
A#7 
thing

 

 
Oh  
D#dim7 
somewhere 
 
 
Gm 
deep 
 
in
A7/G 
side of these  
Em 
bones
 
An  
Am6 
empti
Em 
ness 
 
be
Am6 
gan to  
Em 
grow
 
There’s  
D#dim7 
something 
 
 
Gm/D 
out there  
A/C# 
far from my  
Em/B 
home
 
A  
Am6 
longing 
 
 
Em6 
that I’ve  
B7 
never 
 
 
Em6 
known

 

 
I’m a  
Em 
master of  
B/D# 
fright and a  
G/D 
demon of  
C#m9 
light
Ab5) 
 
And I’ll  
C 
scare you right  
B 
out of your  
Am 
pants
 
To a  
F# 
guy in Ken
Gdim7 
tucky, I’m  
F#/A# 
Mister 
 
Un
Am/E 
lucky
 
And I’m  
F#7 
known throughout England and  
B 
France

 

 
And  
Am 
since I am  
Bdim 
dead, I can  
Am/C 
take off my  
Ddim 
head
 
To re
Am 
cite Shakesperean quo
Bb 
tations
 
No  
Ddim7 
animal nor  
Am 
man can  
E7 
SCREAM like I  
Am 
can
 
With the  
Am 
fury of my  
E7 
reci
Am 
tations

 

 
But  
E7 
who 
 
 
Fm 
here would  
Bb 
ever 
 
under
Adim7 
stand
 
That the  
E7 
Pumpkin King with the  
Am6 
skeleton 
 
 
E7/B 
grin
 
Would  
Cdim7 
tire of his  
Am 
crown, If they  
F#m/C# 
only
C#7 
unders
F#m 
tood
 
He’d  
D7 
give it all  
C#7 
up, if he  
F#m 
only
D 
C#(b9) 
could….
C# 
Ano5) 

 

 
Oh  
Fdim7 
theres an  
Am 
empty 
 
 
B7/A 
place in my  
F#m 
bones
 
That  
Bm6 
calls out  
F#m 
for 
 
some
Bm6 
thing 
 
un
F#m 
known
 
The  
Fdim7 
fame and  
Am/E 
praise come  
B/D# 
year after  
F#m/C# 
year
 
Does  
Bm6 
nothing 
 
 
F#m6 
for these  
C#7 
empty 
 
 
F#m 
tears…

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