Guess we'll find out at seven

So now we dance! This hallowed eve,
Masks and costumes, not to deceive
'Tis all in jest! Or else we grieve
And fret: what friends, what mark we'll leave

Not afraid of the dark at nine

Got a .357 loaded with 925
Got a bandoleer of wooden spikes
There's a tiny black candle and a nice little jar
You could say I have plans for tonight.
Two books with me: one is full of spells
The other, monsters of history
The things of the night gonna live in fright
'Cause now, they gotta deal with me

Blood suckers at nine

Parasites are everywhere
Not just the dating scene
If they "can't live without you"
We all know what that means

Nine o'clock is RIGHT BEHIND YOU

Humans are persistence hunters
And so it seems to me
The animals we followed
Saw us how we see zombies

More where that came from at nine

I'll tell you a ghost joke
Then, after you hear it,
If you groan a little,
I'll tell you that's the spirit