Get Spooky

You could be so shy
On the thirty-first of July
But the night the fall comes, I'll be there

You could be so slick
Yeah, you got me with every trick
But I'll treat you to a terrifying fright

You could be so smooth
While you're howling away at the Moon
But I got that witches' brew all in my cup

I'll be the ghost in all your sedatives
Grim Reaper of your skeleton
The masked killer is a resident in your dreams
I'll be the unsuspecting relative
The poison in your medicine
But the brother isn't really what he seems

Very spooky