Текст (слова) песни: Insane Clown Posse - Halls of Illusions

Ticket please, thanks, walk through the doors,
Into the Halls of Illusion and visit yours,
To see what could`ve, and should`ve, and 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 way, it takes all day,
And when we get to the end, you`ll find a chair,
With straps and chains, we slap you in there!
Lock you down tight, so you can`t move a thread,
And, pull your eyelids up over your head!
Cuz you`re about to witness an Illusionary dream,
It`s just too bad it ain`t what it seems.
You walk in and see two kids on the floor,
They`re playin` nintendo, and he`s got the high score,
And sittin behind them, chillin` in the chair,
Is your wife, and you look, oh, you ain`t there!
It`s some other man, and they`re hand in hand,
She looks so happy, ya don`t understand,
See, this is an illusion, and it never came true
All because of you!
Back to reality and what you`re about,
Your wife can`t smile, cuz 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 good, here, come have a beer,
I`ll break the top off it, and shove it in your ear
And your death comes wicked, painful, and slow,
At the hands of Milenko!
(chorus:)
Great Milenko, wave your wand!
(Don`t look now, your life is gone)
This is all because of you!
(What you got yourself into)
(end chorus)
(chorus)
Look who`s next, it`s Mr. Clark,
The dirty old man from the trailer park.
Ya got your ticket? thanks, take your coat off,
And later on, why not? I`ll rip your throat off.
Let`s take a walk down the hallway,
It`s a long way, it takes all day,
And when ya get to the end, you`ll find a chair,
Ya see all the blood? Yeah, ya boy was just here!
We get all different kind of people comin` through,
Richies, chickens, and bitches just like you!
In the halls, everybody 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 O.K.
Ya daughter`s chillin` up in college, top grades,
And your son`s a fuckin` doctor, phat pay!
They got family, the kids, and it`s all good!
They even coach little league in the neighborhood!
Is this true? Have ya really seen the holy ghost?
Naw, bitch! Not even close!
Back to reality, your 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 kids, you`d beat `em and leave `em home!
And even whip `em with the cord of the telephone!
And that reminds me man, hey you got a call!
Watch your step to hell, its a long fall.
(chorus)
(chorus)
It`s time to pack up and move to the next town.
But we forgot Mr. Bigot,
Okay, dig it,
We can`t show ya an illusion, cuz we`re all packed, but
I`ll still cut your neck out! How`s that?
(chorus)
(chorus)
(chorus)
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Меню » Главная » Музыка » Правила » В избранное	Музыка RU: 0-9 А Б В Г Д Е Ж З И К Л М Н О П Р С Т У Ф Х Ц Ч Ш Щ Э Ю Я EN: A B C D E F G H I J K L M N O P Q R S T U V W X Y Z Текст (слова) песни: Insane Clown Posse - Halls of Illusions Ticket please, thanks, walk through the doors, Into the Halls of Illusion and visit yours, To see what could`ve, and should`ve, and 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 way, it takes all day, And when we get to the end, you`ll find a chair, With straps and chains, we slap you in there! Lock you down tight, so you can`t move a thread, And, pull your eyelids up over your head! Cuz you`re about to witness an Illusionary dream, It`s just too bad it ain`t what it seems. You walk in and see two kids on the floor, They`re playin` nintendo, and he`s got the high score, And sittin behind them, chillin` in the chair, Is your wife, and you look, oh, you ain`t there! It`s some other man, and they`re hand in hand, She looks so happy, ya don`t understand, See, this is an illusion, and it never came true All because of you! Back to reality and what you`re about, Your wife can`t smile, cuz 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 good, here, come have a beer, I`ll break the top off it, and shove it in your ear And your death comes wicked, painful, and slow, At the hands of Milenko! (chorus:) Great Milenko, wave your wand! (Don`t look now, your life is gone) This is all because of you! (What you got yourself into) (end chorus) (chorus) Look who`s next, it`s Mr. Clark, The dirty old man from the trailer park. Ya got your ticket? thanks, take your coat off, And later on, why not? I`ll rip your throat off. Let`s take a walk down the hallway, It`s a long way, it takes all day, And when ya get to the end, you`ll find a chair, Ya see all the blood? Yeah, ya boy was just here! We get all different kind of people comin` through, Richies, chickens, and bitches just like you! In the halls, everybody 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 O.K. Ya daughter`s chillin` up in college, top grades, And your son`s a fuckin` doctor, phat pay! They got family, the kids, and it`s all good! They even coach little league in the neighborhood! Is this true? Have ya really seen the holy ghost? Naw, bitch! Not even close! Back to reality, your 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 kids, you`d beat `em and leave `em home! And even whip `em with the cord of the telephone! And that reminds me man, hey you got a call! Watch your step to hell, its a long fall. (chorus) (chorus) It`s time to pack up and move to the next town. But we forgot Mr. Bigot, Okay, dig it, We can`t show ya an illusion, cuz we`re all packed, but I`ll still cut your neck out! How`s that? (chorus) (chorus) (chorus) (chorus) Нравится песня? Расскажи о ней друзьям: Прямая ссылка на текст песни Halls of Illusions: http://musworld.ru/music/eng/108/1/61.html Все тексты песен: Insane Clown Posse » Insane Clown Posse - Boogie Woogie Wu » Insane Clown Posse - Jake Jeckle » Insane Clown Posse - Wagon Wagon » Insane Clown Posse - The Dead One » Insane Clown Posse - The Ringmaster » Insane Clown Posse - Southwest Voodoo » Insane Clown Posse - Ringmaster`s Word » Insane Clown Posse - Every Halloween » Insane Clown Posse - Jacob`s Word » Insane Clown Posse - Cemetery Girl » Insane Clown Posse - Wagon Wagon » Insane Clown Posse - Pass Me By » Insane Clown Posse - How Many Times? » Insane Clown Posse - Get Ya Wicked On » Insane Clown Posse - I Want My Shit » Insane Clown Posse - Wizard of the Ghetto » Insane Clown Posse - the neden game » Insane Clown Posse - I`m Coming Home » Insane Clown Posse - Headless Boogie » Insane Clown Posse - Birthday Bitches Рекомендуем скачать: » Paul Carrack - Close to Me » Public Enemy - Here I Go » Patty Loveless - Blue Is Not A Word » Patty Loveless - My Heart Will Never Break This Way Again » Prime Suspects f Kane and Abel, Silkk th - Money Makes... » Paul McCartney - The Other Me » Pet Shop Boys - I Want To Wake Up » petty tom - 18tracks \| guitar chord и Mp3 » piebald - Rules for Mules » Prodigal Sunn f Madame Dee - Reach Out » paganini nicolo - caprice 24 \| текст песни и табы (аккорды) для гитары и Mp3 » Pete Rock - Verbal Murder 2 » Prozac+ - Cagna » Placebo - Then The Clouds Will Open For Me » Patrick Fiori - Miraval » Pimp Daddy f B.G., Big Tymers, Lil` Ya - Who Got Tha Birds » Pantera - 5 Minutes Alone » Peter Griffin - Inside Out » Paul Simon - You`re Kind » Pestilence - Subordinate To The Domination
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