Halloween Hallowee

this is Halloween Halloween and not telling us Halloween girls and boys of every ages wanted you like to see something strange and not sound no problem I'm one-headed under your bed too slow and sharp and eyes going red I am the one-hearted under your stairs spiders in my hair it's licks in my hands aren't you scared that's just fine everybody scream everybody scream and no sound of Halloween I am the one who says who's there I am the wind blowing through your hair I am the man in the mood feeling your children's what's the dead of right