Insane Clown Posse - The Killing Fields Lyrics
Laying in my bed, I think of many horror tales.Yet I better move, my bed is made of nails.I try to roll off, my skin slowly tears away.My flesh is stuck to the 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 tryin a die, theyre jumping off a roof tops.They only scream in pain as their body flops.I rather stay inside my home and only pray to die.But my house has 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.And so I leave out the house, and walk the land.Wild pigs run and feed off the dying men.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 and hide.The deli raymay soon come down, youve 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, with thunderstorms.Thats when giant, heavy, red and black clouds form.Its raining blood, kidneys, and livers from the sky.Prepare, cuz when you die, youre coming to the killing fields.(chorus):(come, come on down, down.)What shall they be? what shall they be? when that fine moment comes.(come, come on down, down.)When the curtains are drawn, the windows are shut, doors closed, andYouveWrittenWhat youve written, youve said it, thats it! (coming to the killingFields)(come, come on down, down.)What will they all be? what about it mister, when youve had youre lastBeer?(come, come on down, down.)Youve laughed at youre family and laughed at youre little wife. sheBegs youNot to goOut to that bar.(end chorus)As I feed off a dead pig, Im thinking back.To when I had a heartbeat, and how I would act.I would steal from the poor. Id laugh at the sick.But in the killing fields, youd get your *****ing 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,The try ta dig them out your skull, and go for self.Now in the summertime, its like a whole other realm.Water becomes fire, and oceans overwhelm.To walk outside, the heat will surely cook your brainsTry to run across the street, your hair will burst ta flames.Victims in a panic run from the heat and light,Underneath the city, into the sewer pipes.Until the fires gone 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 baby billy goat with a humans head.Its steady screamin lemme be, lemme be!But while I chase it theres another demon chasin me.All of time moves backwards, Im growing old.And still the clouds are burning fire, and so Im toldThat theres a lot of living souls such as the rich,That choose to live like a *****.See you in the killing fields!(chorus):(come, come on down, down.)Youve had your big time in lust, sin, and filth!(come, come on down, down.)What is it going to be when you realize the time is up? youve crossedTheFinish line!Going in the wrong direction. (Ill see you in the killing fields)(come, come on down, down.)What shall they all be? what about it gentlemen? when youve spent yourLifeIn a fewYears time?(come, come on down, down.)Your a burned up shell at 25 years of age. what shall they all be? whatAbout it?(end chorus)You can go to hell hell hell hell hellWhat shall they all be?(repeat 5x)Come, come on down, down.Come, come on down, down. (youre coming to the killing fields!) (w/Echo)Come, come on down, down.Come, come on down, down.(repeat w/ fade out)
