Halloween H20: 20 Years Later (1998) - full transcript

On Halloween in 1963, Michael Myers murdered his sister, Judith. In 1978, he broke out to kill his other sister, Laurie Strode. He killed all of her friends, but she escaped. A few years later, she faked her death so he couldn't find her. But now, in 1998, Michael has returned and found all the papers he needs to find her. He tracks her down to a private school where she has gone under a new name with her son, John. And now, Laurie must do what she should have done a long time ago and finally decided to hunt down the evil one last time.

("Mr. Sandman" playing)


(Clanging noise)


Hey. Hey, Miss Wittington.
What's goin' on?

- My house was broken into.
- No shit?

No shit.

Hasn't anyone told ya?
Secondhand smoke kills.

Yeah, but they're all dead.

Yeah. Yeah, it's um...

4946 Cypress Pond.

Right, thanks.

They said to give 'em
15 minutes and they'll be by.

- Jimmy, where are you going?
- Check out your house.

- No, wait for the police.
- Where's the fun in that, huh?

Are you coming?

Nah, I-I better stay
here and protect her.

Right, dude.


All right, let's not anyone
mess with me here!

Jimmy been suspended
five times this year already...

for gettin' a little crazy
with the stick, all right?


Hoo. Shit.

(Door slams)



All right.

Nothin' to fear.
The coast is clear.

- You sure?
- Yup.

I checked all the rooms
and all the closets.

Nothing's missing?

I don't think so, but they, uh,
they did a real number on your office.

- My office?
- Yeah, there's crap everywhere.

Oh, and, uh, also they messed up
your kitchen really bad, too. Ick.

Good night.

So much for the cops.


- We got beer!
- Yes!

We'll get messed up, man.

I say we egg the house
across the street.

- Shut up, dude.
- Why not?


[Man on TV]
... even a stronger nation than now.

You see? You see?
Your stupid minds...


Oh, my God! Oh.

Oh! Oh, my God! Oh!

(Sirens wailing)

Hey! Oh!

Help! Any...

- Looks like a prank.
- In here!

Police! Anybody home?

In here, goddammit!

Team 9-10 requests
burglary detectives at, uh,

4946 Cypress Pond Road.

Hey, Bobby!

What do ya got?

Looks like we hit
the Daily Double here.

- What, another B and E?
- Yeah. The window here.

So, whose house is this, anyway?

Marion Wittington.
Dr. Sam Loomis's nurse.

He was that shrink
that died a few years ago.

He lived here.
She took care of him.

Oh, I remember him.
I saw a thing on 60 Minutes on him.

Spent his life tracking down
that Halloween guy...

who butchered all those kids
up in Haddonfield, right?

- Michael Myers.
- Right.

- Hey, you don't think Michael Myers...
- They never found his body.

Yeah, but that was,
like, 20 years ago.

Fuck me.

Loomis was obsessed
with Michael Myers.

This is quite
a love fest.

- I'll call up to Haddonfield and warn 'em.
- There's no way, Fitz.

Just a precaution.
Tomorrow's Halloween.

All right, you tell 'em to look for
a guy with a cane and Alzheimer's.

The guy would be
younger than I am, okay?

I was 15 when he killed
his sister back in '63.

Yes, Fitzsimmons. Patch me through
to Haddonfield, please.

- Yeah.
- Michael Myers.

Yeah, right.

(Thunder rolling)

(Halloween theme music playing)

I met him 15 years ago.

I was told
there was nothing left.

No reason, no conscience.

No understanding. Even the most
rudimentary sense of life and death,

of good or evil, right or wrong.

I met this six-year-old child

with this blank, pale,
emotionless face, and...

the blackest eyes.

The devil's eyes.

I spent eight years trying to reach him...

and then another seven
trying to keep him locked up

because I realized that what was
living behind that boy's eyes

was purely, and simply...



Mom! Mom! Mom. Mom.

Mom! Mom! Mom. Mom!

You okay? You all right?

Oh. Oh!

Everything's okay. It's okay.

- Do you need somethin'?
- Oh! Uh, yeah.

Yeah, please. Thanks.

- Sure.
- It's okay.




- Making toast.
- Mm...

None for me, thanks.

- Caffeine is not a food group.
- We're out of Percodan.

Got mail.
It's from your dad.

- Birthday card.
- It's only two months late. I'm impressed.

Cash is good. I'm gonna need
it when I go to Yosemite.

- You're not going.
- Yes, I am.

No, you're not.

Yes, I am, and with your full blessing.
Do you want to know why?

- Why?
- Because today is the day.

I can feel it.
Today is the day...

that you're going to realize
that I'm 17 years old...

and your overprotection and paranoia
is inhibiting my growth process.

Want to go camping?
I'll take you camping.

I don't want
to go with you.


- Dad would let me go.
- Well, Dad...

is an abusive, chain-smoking
methadone addict.

Who would attract
someone like that?

- Ouch.
- And just think, he left you.

Look, John.

I know you get your smart mouth
from my side of the family,

so I'll give you a break.

- But point check, you're going too far.
- No, I'm goin' to Yosemite.

- No, you're not.
- Look, Mom, help me out here.

I need a little more open air.
I've earned it.

Look, I know today is the day,
but I think that...

- Oh, really? What day is that, John?
- Halloween.

Oh, I hadn't noticed.

Look, Mom, we're through with all that.

We really are.

You know what you're becoming?

You're becoming an Oedipal
enabler, you know that?

- Thank you.
- I'm serious!

Twenty years from now, you're still
going to be living with her.

Probably running some weird motel
out in the middle of nowhere.

- So this means no Yosemite?
- Correct.

- Now, how do I get out of it?
- Why don't you want to go?

Oh, it's so lame.
No, no, no. It's worse.

I- I went there
two summers ago with my family.

Loathsome. No, it's worse.
It'll come to me.

Wretched. You know?
Okay, think-think...

campfires, s'mores...

That's it, repugnant.

I would rather have
my eyes pierced.

I'm very sorry.
I wish I could help. I'm sorry.

- But he promised that...
- No. I'm not going.

You couldn't pay me to go.

- Hey, what's wrong?
- Oh... Uh, my dad.

He flaked on my
financial aid again.

The bursar's being such a dick.
Now I can't go to Yosemite.

- You're not going either?
- No.

I'm not going.

- How are you going to get out of it?
- Please.

Hey. Hold on. We ditch Yosemite.

It means we could have
a Halloween party, just the four of us.

Whole place would be empty.
We'd have the run of it.

- We could have a roaming orgy.
- I love the way this man thinks!

Hope that's not
the only thing you love about me.

- Hey, come on.
- All right, let's go.

Okay. You see,
I told you we'd make it.

When I was a little girl,
we used to pee in the woods.

- Ohh! Uh...
- Don't worry!

Come on.

Mom, that's the boys' room.

Then the boys are just
gonna have to deal with it.


Okay. Coast is clear.

Okay. Come on.

I'll be just next door.
Mom's gotta go too.


- Oh!
- Mom?

I know.

- Mom?
- It's just the door, Casey.

Here's some tissues...




All right.
Ready? You know why you're here.

The buses leave for Yosemite
at 4:15, sharp.

And now it's time for me
to do my obligatory plea...

that you uphold the
standards of Hillcrest.

And that means
no musical sleeping bags.

No booze.

No drugs, no kidding.

Undoubtedly, someone will
ruin it for the rest ofthem...

so I just want to remind you that
the entire teaching faculty has...

- Hey! Guess what this is?
- What?

It's my history report.
Forgot to hand it in.

Guess who's not going to Yosemite.
I'm so bummed.

Guess who has a fever of 102...

and has to stay in bed
all weekend long.

- You two company?
- So, what's the plan?

Romantic dinner,
candlelight, soft music.

- Animal sex.
- You need a hormone suppressant.

You're embarrassing
the newlyweds, Charles.

That's it.
Have a good time.

And why aren't you
going camping, Miss Tate?

Because it sounds like fun.
And you, Mr. Brennan?

Guidance counselors aren't usually
a big hit in the wilderness.

Besides, somebody has to stay behind and
watch over the three or four outcasts.

Oh, good morning, Miss Tate.

- Good morning, Norma.
- Your mail and messages are on your desk,

along with the new
quarter budget, and oh,

surprise, surprise, the drains in the
girls' shower room are clogged again.

- Can I talk to you alone for one second?
- But, I... I called the plumber,

and he assured me that
he will be here as soon as he can...

Thank you, Norma.
Thank you very much.

Wait. Wait, wait, wait.
Place of employment.

I'm sorry, I, I just...
I needed a fix.

- We still on for lunch?
- Uh-huh. 1:00.

You are, without a doubt,
the most amazing,

challenging woman
I have ever met.

And what's wrong now?

Can you just stop with the
Keri analysis just once, please?

You can do it tomorrow,
all you want.

But please, can I just
have today off?

- Whatever you want.
- Thank you.

- Lunch. Don't forget.
- 1:00.


"He turned, just in time
to see her enter the room,

with her long, slender legs
that climbed high up her skirt,

leading to two tumultuous,

round, melon breasts. "

Round melon what?

Now why do you want
to label it like food?

And what kind of melon you talkin' about?
Cantaloupe? Watermelon? What?

Baby, it's fiction! People like
to read descriptive adjectives.

- It sets the scene.
- It's stupid is what it is.

It's sensual
and romantic.

Ronny, it's unrealistic. This whole
writing career is unrealistic.

Hey, we're married now,
baby, we gotta get serious.

- This is serious.
- Honey, I been patient, but this writing thing

just ain't takin' off, and I want
a baby before I get so old...

- I can't get my butt back.
- You gotta give me a chance, honey.

I have to express myself creatively.
We payin' the bills, aren't we?

- Uh! Fuck me! Shit!
- What?

Not you, honey. Hold on for a sec.
You scared the shit out of me!

Sorry, Ronny.
I gotta ask a favor, man.

- I'm not lettin' you out of here.
- Aw, come on, man.

- Jus-Just for lunch. Please.
- Look, your mom told me...

the next time I let you loose,
I was gonna be fired.

Look, man.
I got a date with Molly tonight.


And I want to make it special.
What do you say?

Look, I promise I'll be back
for afternoon classes.

Huh? I just want
to get a gift.

Come on, man, have a heart.

No. No. Can't do it.

Aw, come on, man.
Okay, how about this?

- You accidentally press the gate.
- Mm-hmm.

And when you have
your back turned, we sneak out.

Ronny, don't you get your ass fired...

- Don't you do me wrong, okay?
- Not a chance, man! Cool.

- All right.
- Get outta here, get outta here.

Comb your hair.

Just one more book.

Just one more, and I promise
I'll work with your daddy, all right?

- Oh. Oh.
- Oh, Jesus, Will.

- I'm sorry. I thought you saw me.
- No.

You see me now?

How are you doin'?

You wanna talk about it?

I think I'm losing John.

I think he's finally
tired of my bullshit.

How about you?

You tired of my bullshit?

I'm a counselor.
I'm attracted to it.

- So counsel me.
- Oh, no. I know better.

I love you just
the way you are.

Do you think
it's possible...

that something so tragic
can happen to somebody...

that they never
recover from it?

I like to believe that
recovery is always possible.

There's a little back story
that I haven't been, um...

- completely successful with.
- I know.

I've tried everything. I really have.
I've tried everything.

Twelve steps, uh,
self-help, group therapy,

shrinks, meditation...

- Everything.
- That's not everything.

Oh, yeah?
What else is there?

I'm a really
good listener.

Some night, by a...

warm fire.

I'Il be right back.

Can I get another glass
of Chardonnay, please?

- Today.
- Yes, ma'am.

Thank you.


Thank you very much.

God. I can't believe
we're doin' this.

- Desperate measures.
- It's illegal.

It's harmless,
and expected.

Studies have proven that
all teenagers, at some point

- in their adolescent lives, have shoplifted.
- What studies?

Hey. We could have
avoided this whole thing

ifyou woulda simply scored
some of your mom's booze.

Look, my mom's a functioning alcoholic.

- She accounts for every...
- John!

- John, what are you doing here?
- Just gettin' some off-campus lunch.

You're not allowed to have
little off-campus lunches, John.

- You know that. You too, Charlie.
- Sorry, Miss Tate.

Come on,
I'll drive you back.

You know what?
Charlie, here.

Go get in the car.
I'll be right there.

What the fuck do you
think you're doing?

Mom, I'm really uncomfortable
with you saying that word.

Well, then don't put me
in the position, John.

Do you know
what day it is?

Of all the days for
you to pull this shit...

What do you think you can do?
Just wander around town?

I don't ask you
for very much.

- Just give me one day!
- Mom, I've given you 17 years!

And I need you
to be responsible.

Do you know what that means?

Responsible. Don't talk to me
about responsible, Mom!

- I just need this one thing!
- Mom, I am not responsible for you!

That's it. That's enough.
I can't take it, Mom.

He's dead.

Michael Myers is dead.

- What do you want me to say?
- That it's over?

That we should try to get on with
some attempt at a happy existence, Mom.

Because all the shit that's going on
in your head is leakin' out on me.

And I can't take it anymore.

You told me yourself
you watched him burn.

- I didn't e-exactly stay to see his ashes, John.
- Mom, 20 years.

Twenty years.

Don't you think he would
have shown up by now?

What's he waitin' for, huh?

Okay, Mom. I can't live
like this. I'm sorry.

What does that mean, John?

If you want to stay handcuffed
to your dead brother, that's fine.

But you're not draggin' me along.
Not anymore.

- ♪ Mister Sandman ♪
- Yes?

♪ Bring us a dream
Give him a pair of eyes with a... ♪♪


- Mom, let me.
- Where the hell is he?


Hey, Ronny!

- Where the hell were you?
- Norma told me to walk the perimeter.

And where were you
when these two got out?

Eyes up, Ronny.



Don't send down any more, all right?
I gotta go to class.


- Oh! Uh!
- Shh! The best part.


Do I get points or what?


You score. Yeah. Yeah.

Hmm. Well, it just
occurred to me today...

that I've never
celebrated Halloween before.

And why is that?

Oh, we've got a psychotic
serial killer in the family who

loves to butcher people
on Halloween, and

I just thought it
in bad taste to...


So why now?

Mm, because there comes a point in your
life where you have to concentrate

on what's right about it.


And you...

are a sterling example...

of what's right.

And tonight you get
my full concentration.

I'm honored.

Very good point, A.J.
So, what could Victor have done...

to save Elizabeth?

Anybody at all?

Come on, people.
Did anybody read the book?

It's "Frahnk-en-steen. "

You could have watched the movie!

Molly. Please.

Do you have any thoughts
on Victor and Elizabeth?

Well, uh...

Well, I think that Victor should have
confronted the monster sooner.

I mea... He's completely responsible
for Elizabeth's death.

He was, he was so paralyzed by fear
that he never did anything.

It-It took death
for the guy to get a clue.

And why do you think he was
finally able to confront his monster?

I think that Victor had reached

a point in his life where he
had nothing left to lose.

I mean, the monster saw to that
by killing off everybody that he loved.

Victor finally
had to face it.

It was about redemption.
It was his fate.

(Bell ringing)

Okay, everybody, um,
have a good time!



It's a permission slip.

Bus leaves in 45 minutes.

- Go pack quick.
- Ma, I don't have to go.

Go, just go! Have fun.

- You sure?
- Yes. Look, it's good for you.

It's good for me.

So, just call me.
You know, call. And call.

If you feel like
you've called too many times,

call once more.

Have a great time.

Thanks, Mom.

- Hey.
- So what was that all about?

She changed her mind
about Yosemite.

So now you're goin'?

Ah, I wouldn't say that.

(Theme music plays)

I don't know.
Ifwe were at the midterm...

No, she's doing fine.


Mrs. Cheney,
can I call you right back?

- Oh! Oh!
- Damn it!

Oh, Miss Tate, I'm-I'm so sorry.
I- I didn't mean to make you jump.

- It's okay.
- Well, it's Halloween. I guess everyone...

is entitled to one good scare.

- I've had my share.
- U-Uh, Miss Tate,

I know it's not my place.

If I could be maternal
for a moment,

I don't like to see you like this.

I've seen you
like this before, and...

we've all had bad
things happen to us.

The trick is to concentrate on today!

What do I know?

You just take care
of yourself, okay?

Thank you very much.
I'll see you Monday.

Oh! Mi-Miss Tate,
uh, Happy Halloween.

"She took off her clothes,
revealing her satiny-soft femininity.

And Lawrence looked at her
with lust in his eyes...

and said, 'I want to invade
every part of your being.

I want to tantalize myself
with your sweet nectar. "'

Oh, Tanya better not
fall for that shit.

- I smell that a mile away.
- "And Tanya laughed at him.

'You don't expect me to fall
for that shit,' she said. "

That's right,
make her smart. That's it.

- Oh, shit, honey, someone's here.
Can I call you back?

Oh, no, no, no, no, no. I'Il hold on.
I wanna know what stupid line...

- Tanya falls for.
- The same one you did. Hold on a second.



- Hey, honey.
- What's up? Where did you go?

I don't know. Some car at the gate.
I'm gonna have to call you.

- Hey.
- Wait, wait. What's goin' on, baby?

I don't know.

Honey... Where'd you...

You always fuckin' doin' this. You get
me goin', and then you gotta go. Ro...


- Aah!
- Oh!

I keep scaring you today.

Wh-What are you doing?

Uh, n...

Nothing. I, um...

What are you doing?

I'm making the rounds. I still
have to check on the kids, but...

I was hoping I would have the honor of
spending the evening with you tonight.

I'd like the company.

- Give me 20.
- Okay.

I'm okay.


Do you want to die tonight, Cici?

Oh, uh, come on... in.

Sarah, Molly.

Just checking on the Hillcrest remains.
You girls okay?

Good. Thanks, Mr. Brennan.

And how are you, Mr. Brennan?
Looking cute as ever.

Thank you, Sarah.
What are you two up to tonight?

Well, we thought we'd hit the town,
pick up some guys.

You know, drop some Roofies in their
drinks. Have a whole date-rape evening.

- Oh. Sounds good.
- Care to join us?

I can't. I'm, uh, I'm having
my nipples pierced.

- Oh.
- But you two have a good time.

- Will do.
- Ifyou need anything, contact me or Miss Tate.

- Okay?
- Thanks, Mr. Brennan.


My stash. Come on.

- Come on.
- All right. Send it through here.

Come on, man. Let's go.


Come on.


Come on!

I got you.

Fuck it.

I thought we'd do this right.

Come on in.

Oh, I love food.
I really do.

I hope you don't mind
if I get really big and dumpy.

- It's my goal in life.
- Oh, no.

I, uh, I always found obesity
to be very sexy.

God, you are so Renaissance.

Oh, the buffet has arrived!

Ah, for your pleasure tonight,

we have prepared Wednesday, Thursday and
Friday's Hillcrest dinner selections,

ignoring Meat Loaf Monday
and Turkey Tuesday.

Thank you very much.
I hate that meat loaf.

Where's the booze?

- We need a corkscrew for that.
- Oh, I'll go get it.

- Just don't start anything without me.
- Don't worry.

I'm not who you think I am.


Who are you?

My name's not Keri Tate.


What is it?

Laurie Strode.

- Strode?
- Strode.


I changed my name
when I went into hiding.

Oh, I like that.
That's like... like the...

like the witness protection program.

What, did you like rat out
the mob or something?

My brother killed my sister...

- When she was 17.
- Wow.

Well, that's... "sucky. "

How'd he do that?

With a really big,
sharp kitchen knife.

That's terrible.

Take off your clothes.

You said you'd listen.


They locked him up
for a long time,

but he got out and...

he came after me,

but I got away.

But he killed
a lot of my friends.

- It happened...
- On Halloween.

- You've heard the story.
- Who hasn't?

Michael Myers.

It's like 20 years ago, right?


And the girl that... What happened
to the sister? She died, right?

No, she faked her death.

And now she's the headmistress...

of a very posh, secluded private
school in northern California.


Hoping and praying every year...

that her brother won't find her.

You're tellin' me the truth?

- Now do you want a drink?
- Yeah.

I'Il be right back.

Explains a lot, doesn't it?

So you... you have been living
with this for 20 years?

Something like that.

But honey, you-you don't...

You don't think that
after all this time h-he'd...

he'd still be comin'
after you, do you?

He sat in a sanitarium
for 15 years, waiting for me.

And then...

One rainy night, he decides
to go trick-or-treating.

How old were you?



Do you think they made it to Yosemite?
Do you think they're there?

I don't know.

I just... I just want
to call Johnny. Just...

What is it?
Keri, what are you doing?

My phone's dead.


- What's goin' on?
- Somebody didn't go to Yosemite.

Keri. Uh, what are you doing?

- I'm just gonna go find John.
- Th... This is nuts.

I hope so.

- Jesus!
- Christ!

Ronny, the phones are out.

I know, and there's a strange car
parked down at the gate,

but I can't seem to find
any signs of trespassing.


Okay, th-there's no reason
to get upset yet.

Let's just calm down.

Look, I'm gonna go look
for John and the kids.

See if you can get the phones
working, and we'll meet back

at the gate, okay? Come on.



Where are you, Charlie?
We're waiting on you.


party of one,

your table's ready.


Hi! Gotcha.

You shit.

I found these,
but no corkscrew.

Come on. I'm hungry!
Where are you going now?

To see if there's
a corkscrew upstairs.

I'Il be right back.





Lights up, Charlie.

No sex games
till I've eaten.



Charlie, what are you...

Oh, shit!
Oh, my God!


Oh, my...




♪ They're laid to rest before ♪♪

- Did you hear that?
- No. What was that?

I'm gonna go check
on those guys.

They've been gone
for a while.

- What do you think they're doin'?
- Hmm.

- Mm-hmm.
- Kind of rates a cheap scare, doesn't it?

- Let's go.
- All right.

Oh, fuck!


Oh, please!

- Hello!
- Maybe they just skipped to dessert.

- What the hell's that?
- Oh, man.

What the fuck?

This is a sick joke.

Oh, shit!

Who's that?

Let's get out of here.

Keep moving. Keep moving!

Go. Go.

- Go.
- Come on!

- Come on!
- John, please!

Oh, God. Oh, God.
What the fuck are we gonna do?

We're gonna go to the dorms,
and we're gonna call the cops. Okay?

Come on.

Oh, my God!
Oh, no, please!



Come on!

Come on. Come on.

Get up.

Oh! My keys.

- Fuck! Oh, God. Oh, God. Oh, my God.
- Come on. Come on.

I can't find it! Oh, God.

- Find the fucking keys!
- I know!


Oh... shit!


Molly, no!


Somebody open
the fucking door!

Oh, my God!

Somebody open the door!

What happened?

Oh, God, he's stabbed.

- Can you walk?
- Yeah.

Oh, God.

- Wait.
- Who was that?

My brother.

Get in there.
Barricade the door. Lock it.

- Do as I say, now!
- Go.


All right, what do we do?
What do we do?

Try to live.

- Go.
- What?

- Jump. Go!
- Keri.

- I'm not leaving you.
- I'm not leaving John.



Oh, no!

Oh! Oh, God!

Oh, God. Oh, no.


Oh, God. Oh.
I thought...


Oh, fuck!

Open up! It's me!

- Open up!
- Oh, my God!

Go. Go!

Run! Run!


Oh, my God!


Come on.

Go! Now!



Oh, my God!

Miss Tate, come on!


- What?
- Go!

I want you to drive down
the street to the Becker's.

It's a mile down the road. Tell them
to call an ambulance and get the police.

- No, we're not leaving you.
- Do as I say, now!

- Mom?
- I'll be right behind you.

- Mom!
- I'll be right behind you. Go!





- He's dead. He's dead. H-He's dead.
- No. No.

Shh, shh, shh, shh. He's dead.

He's dead, gone.
Shh, shh. Shh.

I got it! Hey, baby,
I'm gonna write a romantic thriller!

- What?
- Yeah, a thriller.

- I love you.
- I love you too, baby.

Yeah! I'm fine.
The bullet just grazed me.

Don't move.

Load him in!
Shut the door!

- Hey, hey! Wait a minute.
- You, move!

Watch out!

Come on.

Come on. Get up.




(Theme music playing)
(Sirens wailing)

♪ Hurray for a child ♪

♪ That makes it through ♪

♪ If there's any way because ♪

♪ The answer lies in you ♪

♪ They're laid to rest before ♪

♪ They've known just what to do ♪

♪ Their souls are lost because ♪

♪ They could never find ♪

♪ What's this life for ♪

♪ What's this life for ♪

♪ What's this life for ♪

♪ What's this life for ♪

♪ I see your soul
It's kind of gray ♪

♪ You see my heart, you look away ♪

♪ You see my wrist, I know your pain ♪

♪ I know your purpose on your plane ♪

♪ Don't say a last prayer because ♪

♪ You could never find ♪

♪ What's this life for ♪

♪ What's this life for ♪

♪ What's this life for ♪

♪ What's this life for ♪

♪ But they ain't here anymore ♪

♪ Don't have to settle the score ♪

♪ 'Cause we all live ♪

♪ Under the reign ♪

♪ I say, you know of the one king ♪

♪ One king, one king ♪

♪ But they ain't here anymore ♪

♪ Don't have to settle
no goddamn score ♪

♪ 'Cause we all live ♪

♪ Under the reign ♪

♪ I said, you know, of the one king ♪

♪ One king, one king ♪

♪ But they ain't here anymore ♪

♪ Don't have to settle
no goddamn score ♪

♪ 'Cause we all live under the reign ♪

♪ Of one king ♪♪