Ticket please, thanks, walk through the doors,
into the halls of illusions visit yours, and see
what coulda, and shoulda, and woulda been
real..but you had to fuck up the whole deal.
lets take a walk down tha hallway, its 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 cant move a thread, and pull your eyelids
up over your head, cuz you're about to witness an illusionary
dream, its just to bad it aint what it seems.
you walk in and see two kids on the floor,
he's playin nintendo and he's got the high
score. And sittin behind them, chillin in the
chair, and you look, it's you're wife and you
aint there. it's some other man and they hand and
hand, and she looks so happy you dont understand,
see this is an illusion it never came true...ALL BECAUSE
OF YOU!
back to reality and what you're about, your wife cant
smile cause you knocked her teeth out.
and she cant see straight from gettin hit, cause your a fat
fuckin drunk piece of shit. but its all good here, come have
beer. I'll break the top off it, and shove it in your ear. and your
death comes wicked painful and slow, at the hands of Milenko.
(chorus)
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 he trailer park.
Got your ticket? Thanks, take your coat off
And Later on, why not? I'll rip ya throat off.
Let's take a walk down the hallway, its a long way it takes all day
And when you get to the end, you'll find a chair, you see all the
blood yeah your boy was just here. we get all kinda different
people coming 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 dear no way! it looks like your kids
and they're ok. You're daughters chillin up in college, top grade,
and your son's a fuckin doctor, Phat paid. They got families, kids
and its all good, they even coach little leauge in the neighborhood.
Is this true? Have you really seen the Holy Ghost?.. NAH BITCH
NOT EVEN CLOSE!
back to reality your son's on crack, and your daughter's got
nutstains 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. you'd even whip em with the cord on
the telephone, and that reminds me man, ey you got a call. (it said)
"watch your step to hell, its 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)
Ah, its time to pack up and move to the next town, but we forgot
Mr. Bigot, ok, dig it, We cant show you and illusion cuz we're all
packed. BUT, i'll still cut your neck out, Hows 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)
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