INSANE CLOWN POSSE

INSANE CLOWN POSSE - Halls of Illusions lyrics

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Ticket pleasethankswalk through the doors

Into the halls of illusion and visit yours

To see what could'veand should'veand would've been real

But you had to fuck up the whole deal.

Let's take a walk down the hallway

It's a long wayit takes all day

And when we get to the endya find a chair

With straps and chainswe slap you in there!

Lock you down tightso you can't move a thread

Andpull your eyelids up over your head!

Cuz you're about to witness an illusionary dream

It's just too bad it ain't worth seeing.

You walk in and see two kids on the floor

They're playin' nintendoand he's got the high score

And sittin behind themchillin' in the chair

Is your wifeand you lookohyou ain't there!

It's some other manand they're hand in hand

How she looks so happyya don't understand

Seethis is an illusionit never came true

All because of you!

Back to reality and what you're about

Your wife can't smilecuz you knocked her teeth out!

And she can't see straight from gettin' hit

Cuz you're a fat fuckin' drunk piece of shit!

But it's all goodherecome have a beer

I'll break the top off andand shove it in your ear!

And your death comes wickedpainfuland slow

At the hands of milenko!

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Great milenkowave your wand!

(don't look nowyour life is gone)

This is all because of you!

(what you got yourself into)

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Look who's nextit's mr. clark

The dirty old man from the trailer park.

Ya got your ticket? thankstake your coat off

And later onwhy not? I'll rip your throat off.

Let's take a walk down the hallway

It's a long wayit takes all day

And when ya get to the endya find a chair

Ya see all the blood? yeahya boy was just here!

We get all different kind of people comin' through

Richieschickensand bitches just like you!

In the hallseverybody gets a turn

To sit and witness your illusion before ya burn!

What do we have here? oh dear!

No way! it looks like ya kids' in the arcade

Ya daughter's chillin' up in collegetop grades

And your son's a fuckin' doctorphat pay!

They got familythe kidsand it's all good!

They even coach little league in the neighborhood!

Is this true? have ya really seen the holy ghost?

Nawbitch! not even close!

Back to realityyour son's on crack!

And your daughter's got nut stains on her back!

And they both fuckin' smell like shit

And live in the gutter

And sell crack to each other.

When they were kidsyou'd beat 'em and leave 'em home!

And even whip 'em with the cord of the telephone!

And that reminds me manhey you got a call!

Watch your step to hellit's a long fall.

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It's time to pack up and move to the next town.

But we forgot mr. bigot

Okaydig it

We can't show ya an illusioncuz we're all packedbut...

I'll still cut your neck out! how's that?

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