Текст (слова) песни: Icp (insane Clown Posse) - 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

They`re trying to die, they`re leaping off of roof tops

Uh, they only scream in pain as their body flops

I`d 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, there`s bodies hanging from the trees

But they`re not dying, they`re 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, they`re screaming, yes

It`s raining blood, the streets are a bloody mess

About once or twice a week though it thunder storms

That`s when giant heavy red and black clouds form

It`s raining blood, livers, and kidneys from the sky

Prepare cuz when you die, you`re 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 you`ve written what you`ve written, you said

it, that`s it. What will you look to be? What about it, mister,

when you`ve 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, I`m thinking back

To when I had a heart beat, and how I would act

I would steal from the poor, I`d 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, it`s 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 there`s no food, so you feed off the other men

And now it`s been seven months, I`m barely fed

I chase a Billy Billy goat with a human`s head

He`s steady screaming "Let me be! Let me be!"

But while I chase him there`s another demon chasing me

All of time moves backwards, I`m growing old

And the clouds are burning fire, and so I`m told

That there`s a lot of living souls such as the rich

That choose to live like a bitch, I`ll see you in the Killing Fields

"You`ve had your big time of lust and sin and filth. What is

the end going to be when you realize that time is up? You`ve

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? You`re 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 (you`re going to the killing fields)

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What shall that be? When that fine moment comes. When the curtains are drawn, the windows are shut, the doors close, and you`ve written what you`ve written, you said it, that`s it. What will you look to be? What about it, mister, when you`ve 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, I`m thinking back To when I had a heart beat, and how I would act I would steal from the poor, I`d 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, it`s 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 there`s no food, so you feed off the other men And now it`s been seven months, I`m barely fed I chase a Billy Billy goat with a human`s head He`s steady screaming "Let me be! Let me be!" But while I chase him there`s another demon chasing me All of time moves backwards, I`m growing old And the clouds are burning fire, and so I`m told That there`s a lot of living souls such as the rich That choose to live like a bitch, I`ll see you in the Killing Fields "You`ve had your big time of lust and sin and filth. What is the end going to be when you realize that time is up? You`ve 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? You`re 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 (you`re going to the killing fields) Нравится песня? 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