ICP (INSANE CLOWN POSSE) - Halls of illusions (clean) lyrics
Ticket please, thanks walk through the door
into the halls of illusions, visit yours
and see what could of, should of. would of been real
but you had to jack the whole deal
"Lets take a walk down the hallway
its a long way, it takes all day"
and when we get to the end, you'll 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 eye lids up over your head
because you're about to witness an illusioniry dream
it's just to bad it ain't what it seems
"You walk in and see two kids on the floor
they playing nintendo and hes got the high score
and sitting behind them chillin' in the chair
is your wife , but when you look up, she ain't there
it's some other man, in the hand to hand
and she looks so happy you dont understand
but this is an illusion it should of never became true
ALL BECAUSE OF YOU"
back to reality and your about
your wife cant smile cause you knocked her teeth out
and see stright from getting hit
because your a fat worthless drunk piece of shit
but its all good here, come have a beer
and have a toast to ya, cause your end is near
and your death is wicked, painful, and slow
at the hands of milenko
(chrious)
"Great milenko wave your wand
come in to and your life is gone
this is all because of you
what you got your self into"
Look who it's Mr. Clark
the dirty old man from the trailer park
got your ticket, thanks, take your coat off
and later on, why not, your get rolled on
"lets take a walk down the hallway
it's a long way, its take all day"
and when we get to the end, you'll find a chair
you see all the blood, yeah your boy was just here
we have all kinds of people coming through
richies, chickies, and piggies just like you
in the halls everybody gets a turn
to sit a witness your illusion before you burn
"what do we have here
okay, no way it looks like two kids in a hallway
your daughter chillin' up in collage, top grade
and your son's a brain doctor, phat paid
they got family and kids. it's all good
they even coach little leauge in the neighborhood
is this true, have you really met the holy ghost
hell nah, not even close"
back to reality , your son's on crack
and your daughter gets paid laying on her back
they both sit and roll for change
and live in the gutter, and sell crack to each other
when they were kids, you'll beat them and leave home
and even whip then with the cord on the telephone
that reminds man, hey you got a call
"watch you step to hell, it's a long fall"
(chrious 2x)
it's time to pack up, and move to the next town
but we forgot Mr. bigot ok dig it
we can't show you an illusion cause we're all pack
but you get the express line, how's that
(chrious 2x)
