Insane Clown Posse - The Killing Fields lyrics

Laying in my bed
I think of many horror tales
Yet I barely 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
They're trying to die
They're leaping off of rooftops
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 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
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 and hide
The deadly rain may soon come down
You've 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, kidneys
And livers from the sky
Prepare, 'cause when you die
You're comin' to the killing fields

Come, come on down, down
"What shall the end be? What
Shall the end be
When that final moment comes?"
Come, come on down, down
(You're comin' to the killing fields)
"When the curtains are drawn
The windows are shut, the door is
Closed, and you've written what you've
Written, you said it, that's it!"
Come, come on down, down
"What will the end be? What about it, mister
When you've had your last beer?"
Come, come on down, down
"You've laughed at your family and
Laughed at your little wife
She begged you not to go out to that bar"

As I feed off a dead pig, I'm thinking back
To when I had a heartbeat 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 fuckin' 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 them out your skull
And go for self now in the summertime
It's like a whole other realm
Water becomes fire, and oceans overwhelm
To walk outside
The heat will surely cook your brains
Try to run across the street
Your hair will burst to flames
Victims in a panic run from the heated light
Underneath the city, into the sewer pipes
Until the fire's gone 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 baby billy goat with a human's head
It's steady screamin' "Let me be! Let me be!"
But while I chase it there's
Another demon chasing me
All of time moves backwards, I'm growing old
And still 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

Come, come on down, down
"You've had your big time of lust and sin and
Filth! What is the end going to be"
Come, come on down, down
(I'll see you in the killing fields)
"When you realize that time
Is up? You've crossed
The finish line going in the wrong direction"
Come, come on down, down
"What shall the end be? What about it
Young man? When you've spent your life
In a few years time?"
Come, come on down, down
"You're a burned-out shell at
Twenty-five years of age
What shall the end be? What about it
Young lady?"

You could go to Hell (What shall the end be?)
You could go to Hell (What shall the end be?)
You could go to Hell (What shall the end be?)
You could go to Hell (What shall the end be?)
You could go to Hell

Come, come on down, down
Come, come on down, down
(You're comin' to the killing fields)
Come, come on down, down
Come, come on down, down
Come, come on down, down
Come, come on down, down
(You're comin' to the killing fields)
Come, come on down, down
Come, come on down, down