Track Insight / Lyrics
You slide in smelling smoke and cheap perfume
Your witch hat tilted past the afternoon
The grill don't care what holiday it is
Just bacon grease and coffee in your fist
The bonfire died behind the county line
But ash still rides your leather jacket spine
You order eggs and wink like nothing's wrong
While pumpkin guts dry sticky on your thumb
Midnight special, Samhain on the griddle
Ghosts don't tip but living pay the bill, well
Embers smoke where ancient spirits kindle
This diner runs on diesel, fate, and skill
The vampire couple splits a stack of wheat
He drinks the syrup, she just picks at meat
A skeleton in flannel asks for extra hot
His bones click rhythm on the vinyl spot
Midnight special, Samhain on the griddle
Ghosts don't tip but living pay the bill, well
Embers smoke where ancient spirits kindle
This diner runs on diesel, fate, and skill
Clock hits three, the veil wears paper thin
You pay in coins with years stamped deep within
The cook just nods, refills your chipped cup twice
Some magic lives in grease and dice and ice
The werewolf tips a twenty for the hash
Says full moon rising makes the potatoes mash
You laugh and scrape the grill clean, black and bright
Another Halloween survives the night
Door chimes ring as dawn cracks through the glass
The costumes fade to workers, students, mass
But ash remains beneath your fingernail
Samhain lingers in the coffee trail
Midnight special, Samhain on the griddle
Ghosts don't tip but living pay the bill, well
Embers smoke where ancient spirits kindle
This diner runs on diesel, fate, and skill
Ash on the grill, Samhain in the cup
You walk out human, but the magic stuck
