Jack's Lament (from The Nightmare Before Christmas)

There are (Am)few who'd (E)deny at what I (C)do I am the (F#m9)best,

for my (F)talents are (E)renowned far and (Dm)wide.

When it (B)comes to (Am)surprises on a (B)moonlit night,

I (B7)excel without ever even (E)trying.

With the (Dm)slightest little (A7)effort of my (Dm)ghostlike (Edim7)charms,

I have (Dm)seen grown men give out a (Eb)shriek.

With the (Gdim)wave of my (Dm)hand and a wellplaced moan,

I have swept the very (A7)bravest off their (Dm)feet.

Yet (A7)year after (Bbm)year, it's the (Eb)same (Bbm)routine,

and I (A)grow so weary of the (G#dim7)sound of (A)screams.

And (Fdim7)I, (Dm)Jack, the Pumpkin King,

have (Bb)grown so (A)tired of the (G#dim)same old (A)thing.

Oh, (Ebdim)somewhere (Gm)deep (A)inside of these (Em)bones,

an (Am6)(Em)emptiness (Am6)began to (Em)grow.

There's (Ebdim)something (Gm)out there, (Am)far from my (Em)home,

a (Am6)longing (Em)that I've (B)never (Em)known.

I'm a master of (B)fright and a (G)demon of (C#m9)light,

and I'll (C)scare you right (B)out of your (Am)pants.

To a (F#)guy in (Gdim7)Kentucky, I'm

(F#)Mister Unlucky and I'm (F#7)known throughout England and (B)France.

And (Am)since I am (G#dim)dead, I can (Am)take off my (G#dim)head to (Am)recite Shakespear (Bb)ta

No (Ddim7)animal, no (Am)man can (E7)scream like I (Am)can with (E)fury of my reci (Am)ta

But (E7)who (Fm)here would (Adim7)ever understand that the (E7)Pumpkin King with the (Am)skeleton (E)grin would (Am)tire of his crown?

If they (F#m)only understood, he'd (D)give it all (C#)up if he (F#m)only (C#)could.

Oh, (Ebdim)there's an (Gm)empty (A7)place in my (Em)bones that (Am6)calls out (Em)for (Am6)something (Em)unknown.

The (Ebdim)fame and (Gm)praise come (A)year after (Em)year,

does (Am6)nothing (Edim7)for these (B7)empty (Em)tears.