WARNING: May offend some listeners
So it's Halloween, and you feel like dancin', and you feel like shinin', and you feel like letting loose. Whatcha gonna be? Babe, you better know! And you better plan, better plan all day, better plan all week, better plan all month, better plan all year. You're dressed up like a clown, putting on your act. It's the only time all year you'll ever admit that! I can see your eyes. I can see your brain. Baby, nothing's changed because you're hiding in a mask. You take your fun seriously. No, don't blow this year's chance! Tomorrow your mold goes back on, after Halloween.
You go to work today. You'll go to work tomorrow. Scrunch-faced tonight, you'll brag about it for months. Remember what I did, remember what I was back on Halloween? But what's in between? Where are your ideas? You sit around and dream for next Halloween. Why not everyday? Are you so afraid? What will people say? What will people say, after Halloween?
Because your role is planned for you, there's nothing you can do, but stop and think it through. But what will the boss say to you? And what will your girlfriend say to you? And the people out on the street they might glare at you! And whad'ya know, you're pretty self-conscious too! So you run back and stuff yourselves in rigid business costumes. Only at night to score is your leather uniform exhumed. Why don't you take your social regulations and scrunch 'em up like grass...
