Jack’s Lament Ringtones

There are few who deny at what I do I am the best For my talents are renowned far and wide When it comes to surprises in the moonlit night I excel without ever even trying With the slightest little effort Of my ghostlike charms I have seen grown men give out a shriek With a wave of my hand And a well-placed moan I have swept the very bravest off their feet Yet year after year It's the same routine And I grow so weary of the sound of screams And I Jack, the Pumpkin King Have grown so tired of the same old thing Oh, somewhere deep inside of these bones An emptiness began to grow There's something out there Far from my home A longing that I've never known I'm the master of fright And a demon of light And I'll scare you right out of your pants To a guy in Kentucky I am mister unlucky And I'm known throughout England and France And since I am dead I can take off my head To recite Shakespearean quotations No animal nor man Can scream like I can With the fury of my recitations But who here would ever understand That the Pumpkin King With the skeleton grin Would tire of his crown? If they only understood He'd give it all up If he only could Oh, there's an empty place in my bones That calls out for something unknown The fame and praise Come year after year Does nothing for these empty tears

Trouble needs a home girls, Trouble needs a home. She fell out with Satan, Now she's on the run. But I have found her quite straightforward In her contracts and her deals She warns me when Danger is Loose behind his wheels And he is loose behind his wheels. Don't cry baby... Trouble got evicted, From the Devil's lair. I wager she got betrayed By her friend Despair. Now the flames from Satan's tongue are charged And licking at her heels She whispers "Hey Ginger, Danger's loose behind his wheels" And Satan knows how Danger makes you feel. What will be will be, baby... You don't, you don't need to cry. There are no tears in my eyes If Danger wants to find me, I'll let him in, he can find me. Trouble needs a home girls, A covert abode From Tucson to Ohio Back through Tobacco road. And she is armed and will fight for the souls Of girls around the world. Standing up to Satan, Dancing on st. Michael's sword. I'm on her side, in this brutal war. Don't cry baby... You don't, you don't need to cry. There are no tears in my eyes If Danger wants to find me, I'll let him in, he can find me. Trouble needs a home girls, Trouble needs a home. Trouble needs a home girls, Will you give her one. Trouble needs a home, Trouble needs a home...

For all my life, all I've wanted to do Was make my friends want to smile true But maybe I was wrong And Pinkie Pie shouldn't plan parties at all I'll try to get up on my hooves And try a different task I'll find something new to do There's gotta be more to me than planning a party or two I put away my party cannon, I deflated all my balloons The bubbles all burst, now what is next for you? For you... Oh, I remember this one: my first party ever. My whole family was there. And that's Twilight's welcome-to-Ponyville party. She didn't even expect that one. Oh, look at Gummy! He just looks so excited for this birthday party! Hmm. Shining Armor and Cadance's wedding sure was special, Especially once i got a hold of the music. Oh, look at those happy faces All the parties that I had thrown I made them laugh, had such a blast A smile that's all their own They loved seeing me, the real Pinkie Show them the time of their life like they've never known Like they've never kno-o-own I've got to get back out there, have to show them that I've tried For there's only one great party pony -- that is Pinkie Pie Won't let Cheese Sandwich beat me, won't let him get me down For I am Pinkie, the bestest party pony around!

As I walked out in the streets of Laredo As I walked out in Laredo one day I spied a young cowboy all wrapped in white linen Wrapped in white linen as cold as the clay I see by your outfit that you are a cowboy These words he did say as I boldly walked by Come sit down beside me and hear my sad story I'm shot in the breast and I know I must die It was once in the saddle I used to go dashing Once in the saddle I used to go gay First down to Rosie's and then to the card house Got shot in the breast and I'm dying today Get sixteen gamblers to carry my coffin Get six jolly cowboys to sing me a song Take me to the graveyard and lay the sod o'er me For I'm a young cowboy and I know I've done wrong Get six jolly cowboys to carry my coffin Get six pretty maidens to sing me a song Take me to the valley and lay the sod o'er me For I'm a young cowboy, I know I've done wrong Oh beat the drum slowly and play the fife lowly Play the Dead March as they carry me along Put bunches of roses all over my coffin Put roses to deaden the clods as they fall As I walked out in the streets of Laredo As I walked out in Laredo one day I spied a young cowboy all wrapped in white linen Wrapped in white linen as cold as the clay