There are
Bbm
few who’d de
F/A
ny
At what I
Db/G#
do I am the
Gm9
best
Ab5)
For my
Gb
talents are
F
renowned far and
Ebm
wide
When it
C
comes to su
Dbdim7
prises
On a
C/E
moonlit
Ebm/A#
night
I ex
C7
cel without ever even
F7
trying
With the
D#m
slightest little
A#7
effort
Of my
D#m
ghost like
Fm7-5
charms
I have
D#m
seen grown men give out a
E
shriek
With the
G#dim
wave of my
D#m
hand
And a
A#7
well placed
D#m
moan
I have swept the very
A#7
bravest off their
D#m
feet
Yet
A#7
year after
Bm
year
It’s the
E
same
rou
D#dim7
tine
And I
A#7
grow so weary
Of the
D#dim7
sound of
A#7
screams
And
F#dim7
I
D#m
JACK…
THE
D#m
PUMP
Ddim7
KIN
Cm
KING
Have
B7
grown so
A#7
tired of the
F#dim
same
D#dim
old
A#7
thing
Oh
D#dim7
somewhere
Gm
deep
in
A7/G
side of these
Em
bones
An
Am6
empti
Em
ness
be
Am6
gan to
Em
grow
There’s
D#dim7
something
Gm/D
out there
A/C#
far from my
Em/B
home
A
Am6
longing
Em6
that I’ve
B7
never
Em6
known
I’m a
Em
master of
B/D#
fright and a
G/D
demon of
C#m9
light
Ab5)
And I’ll
C
scare you right
B
out of your
Am
pants
To a
F#
guy in Ken
Gdim7
tucky, I’m
F#/A#
Mister
Un
Am/E
lucky
And I’m
F#7
known throughout England and
B
France
And
Am
since I am
Bdim
dead, I can
Am/C
take off my
Ddim
head
To re
Am
cite Shakesperean quo
Bb
tations
No
Ddim7
animal nor
Am
man can
E7
SCREAM like I
Am
can
With the
Am
fury of my
E7
reci
Am
tations
But
E7
who
Fm
here would
Bb
ever
under
Adim7
stand
That the
E7
Pumpkin King with the
Am6
skeleton
E7/B
grin
Would
Cdim7
tire of his
Am
crown, If they
F#m/C#
only
C#7
unders
F#m
tood
He’d
D7
give it all
C#7
up, if he
F#m
only
D
C#(b9)
could….
C#
Ano5)
Oh
Fdim7
theres an
Am
empty
B7/A
place in my
F#m
bones
That
Bm6
calls out
F#m
for
some
Bm6
thing
un
F#m
known
The
Fdim7
fame and
Am/E
praise come
B/D#
year after
F#m/C#
year
Does
Bm6
nothing
F#m6
for these
C#7
empty
F#m
tears…
These known chords are used in this song.