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ICP (Insane Clown Posse) - "The Killing Fields"
Lyrics to The Killing Fields : [Violent J] Laying in my bed, I think of many horror tales Yet I barely move, my bed is made of nails I try to roll, my skin slowly tears away My flesh is stuck to my bed as I begin my day Walking out the house, this morning, the sky is red The streets are crowded with the bodies of the living dead Theyre trying to die, theyre leaping off of roof tops Uh, they only scream in pain as their body flops Id rather stay inside my home and only pray to die But my house is been on fire since like 85 I can only stand a night of the fatal smoke But see you never die, you only burn and choke So I leave out the house and walk the land Wild pigs run and feed off the dying man And look around you, theres bodies hanging from the trees But theyre not dying, theyre only crying "please" I hear the thunder in the sky, so I run in hide The deadly rain may soon come down, you got to get inside The lunatics see the lightning, theyre screaming, yes Its raining blood, the streets are a bloody mess About once or twice a week though it thunder storms Thats when giant heavy red and black clouds form Its raining blood, livers, and kidneys from the sky Prepare cuz when you die, youre coming to the killing fields "What shall that be' What shall that be' When that fine moment comes. When the curtains are drawn, the windows are shut, the doors close, and youve written what youve written, you said it, thats it. What will you look to be' What about it, mister, when youve had your last beer. You laughed at family and laughed at your little wife. She begged you not to go out to that bar." [Violent J] As I feed off a dead pig, Im thinking back To when I had a heart beat, and how I would act I would steal from the poor, Id laugh at the sick But in the killing fields, you get your fucking neck ripped So as I walk along, I meet a lot of strange folks Some people with no eyes, and gashed open throats And if they notice your eyeballs are working well They try to dig em out your skull, and go for self Now in the summertime, its like a whole nother realm Water victims, fire, and oceans overwhelm To walk outside, the heat will surely cook your brains Try to run across the street your hair will burst in flames Victims in a panic run from the heated light Underneath the city, into the sewer pipes Into the fire storm this becomes your new land But theres no food, so you feed off the other men And now its been seven months, Im barely fed I chase a Billy Billy goat with a humans head Hes steady screaming "Let me be! Let me be!" But while I chase him theres another demon chasing me All of time moves backwards, Im growing old And the clouds are burning fire, and so Im told That theres a lot of living souls such as the rich That choose to live like a bitch, Ill see you in the Killing Fields "Youve had your big time of lust and sin and filth. What is the end going to be when you realize that time is up' Youve crossed the finish line going in the wrong direction. What shall it be' What about it, ya man' When you spent your life in a few years time' Youre burned out shell at 25 years of age. What shall it be' What about it' You could go to hell (what shall it be') Come, come on down, down (youre going to the killing fields) [ The Killing Fields Lyrics ]
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