Take the road through the trees
Kick through the leaves
Fear they may follow me home
There’s a voice on the breeze
Weak at the knees
They are just ghost stories
Ichabod, why every Halloween
Do you believe in each and every word that they say
Pull yourself together, like they always do
They just wanna get the better of you
Ichabod, we’re coming to get you
Part of some wicked cabaret
The branches sway
Why did I come this way
Tonight the dead are free
Though I cannot see
I feel them watching me
Ichabod, why every Halloween
Do you believe in each and every word that they say
The dead, they do get jealous
You know that it’s true
They just wanna make a fool out of you
Ichabod, we’re coming to get you
Ichabod, you better run for your life
