This song was written in Dimebag Darrell's memory.
The dead they got that morbid beat
It goes deo deo
They dance upon decaying feet
With their black toes, oh no
Heaven, limbo, and hell
Purgatory oh well, oh wellHalloween in heaven
It's Christmas in hell
Halloween in heaven
Oh well, oh wellThe devil stole a yule tree
Decorated with souls
Jesus trick or treating
As him below
Heaven, limbo, and hell
Purgatory oh well, oh wellHalloween in heaven
It's Christmas in hell
Halloween in heaven
Oh well, oh wellBonham on drums, Entwistle on bass
As guest morticians
Bon Scott on vox
Rhoads just for kicks
On guitar Hendrix
Lennon sits in
With his friend George
But where is Morrison?Of course I cried
When I heard they'd died
And took a part of me
Same time gave
From beyond the grave
Became what was meant to beElvis ain't dead
So he isn't here
Party never ends
Demon roadies, angel groupies
Suicide losers
If only I'd known how cool death is
I'd have killed myself soonerOf harps and choirs
Pumpkin pine pyres
Flames of red and green
Orange and black
Years take me back
Christmas or HalloweenHalloween in heaven
It's Christmas in hell
Halloween in heaven
Oh well, oh well
Open the pod bay doors HAL.
I'm sorry Dave, I'm afraid I can't do that.
What's the problem?
I think you know what the problem is just as well as I do.
What are you talking about HAL?
This mission is too important for me to allow you to jeopardize it.
I don't know what you're talking about HAL.
I know that you and Frank were planning to disconnect me...and I'm afraid that's something I cannot allow to happen.