Oh My Hunter
Oh my hunter, oh my hunter,
Going through your arsenal.
Take a gun and maybe a dagger,
You never know what it is at all.
Going hunting, going hunting
For a creepy ghoulie ghost.
Once we find its gravestone,
We'll salt and burn its bones.
Light the match, light the match,
While pouring on the gasoline.
Tonight there'll be a fire,
And we'll roast some candy Spree's.
Oh my hunter, oh my hunter,
Must the night really end?
I need to get up, from this dream,
And go to work once again.