"The Killing Fields" lyrics - INSANE CLOWN POSSE

[Verse 1: Violent J]
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 my 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 is 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 man
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, and kidneys, and livers from the sky
Prepare cuz when you die, you're coming to the killing fields

"What shall that be? What shall that be? When that final moment comes. When the curtains are drawn, the windows are shut, the doors close, and you've written what you've written, you said it, that's it! What will it be? What about it, mister. When you've had your last beer. You laughed at your family and laughed at your little wife. She begged you not to go out to that bar."

[Verse 2: Violent J]
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 fucking 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 em out your skull, and go for self
Now in the summertime, it's like a whole 'nother 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
He's steady screaming "Let me be! Let me be!"
But while I chase him 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

"You've had your big time of lust and sin and filth. What is
The end going to be when you realize that time is up? You've
Crossed the finish line going in the wrong direction. What
Shall it be? What about it, ya man? When you spent your life
In a few years time? You're burned out shell at 25 years of
Age. What shall it be? What about it?

You could go to hell (what shall it be?)

Come, come on down, down (you're going to the killing fields)