Insane Clown Posse, Slash - Halls of Illusions lyrics

Ticket, please? Thanks
Walk through the doors
Into the Halls of Illusions, visit yours
And see what could've and should've
And woulda 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 ya can't move a thread
And pull your eyelids up over your head
Cause 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 ya wife, when ya look, oh
You ain't there!
It's some other man and they're hand in hand
How she looks so happy, ya don't understand
See this is an Illusion, it never came true
All because of you!

Back to reality and what you're about
Your wife can't smile cause you
Knocked her teeth out
And she can't see straight from gettin hit
Cause 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 ya ear
And your death comes wicked, painful
And slow at the hands of Milenko

Great Milenko, wave your wand
Don't look now, your life is gone
This is all because of you
What you got yourself into
Great Milenko, wave your wand
Don't look now, your life is gone
This is all because of you
What you got yourself into

Look who's next, it's Mr clark
The dirty old man from the trailer park
You got your ticket? Thanks
Take ya coat off! And later on
Why not? I'll rip ya 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
You see all the blood? yeah
Your boy was just here!
We get all different kinda
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 yeah, no way
It looks like your kids and they okay
Your daughter's chillin up at college
Top grade
And your son's a fuckin doctor, phat paid
They got families, and kids
And it's all good
They even coach Little League
In their neighborhood is this true
Have ya really seen the Holy Ghost?
Nah, 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 on the telephone
And that reminds me man, ey you got a call
"Watch your step to hell, it's a long fall!"

Great Milenko, wave your wand
Don't look now, your life is gone
This is all because of you
What you got yourself into
Great Milenko, wave your wand
Don't look now, your life is gone
This is all because of you
What you got yourself into

Ahh, 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
Cause we're all packed
But we'll still cut your neck out
How's that?

Great Milenko, wave your wand
Don't look now, your life is gone
This is all because of you
What you got yourself into
Great Milenko, wave your wand
Don't look now, your life is gone
This is all because of you
What you got yourself into
Great Milenko, wave your wand
Don't look now, your life is gone
This is all because of you
What you got yourself into
Great Milenko, wave your wand
Don't look now, your life is gone
This is all because of you
What you got yourself into