Lyrics:
of the carousel
A black parade of circus freaks, and led by Mister Dark,
Scours every street for the boys to drag them down to hell
The boys have seen too much
got three-eighty-nine shots
Don't press it, I hang 'em like them niggas do in Texas
You don't have no heart you chestless, 'cause your heart's on my
better blackened
And my fists all fucking red
Through sickness and health
I've kissed up to God two years, I have focused
On the cameos made by the tiger
the shit with a rusty screwdriver, BLAOWW!!
[I'll fuckin]
[I'll fuckin
I'll fuckin hang you by your fuckin dick
off a fuckin twelve sto-story building out
(I'm no good)
It was never my intention
To be misunderstood
But if I don't stand for nothing
That must mean that I'm no good
I must have given off
It's about time we have some fun
Life's too short for it to suck
Make some decisions
That give you hope
Living by the book
Has got fucking old
So
It's about time we have some fun
Life's too short for it to suck
Make some decisions
That give you hope
Living by the book
Has got fucking old
So
found me mum
Like a bird I would have been flown
You know I don't much like life
I don't mind admitting that it ain't right
You know I love to make
supposed to hide now?
What am I supposed to do?
You still don't think I'm going see this through
Tell me I'm a part of history
Tell me I can have it
Reveal to me this ugly thing,
I'm rusted metal by your head
It's gotten out of hand again,
Nobody sees it, but I can
You thought of everything,
would have been flown
You know I don't much like life
I don't mind admitting that it ain't right
You know I love to make music
But my head got wrecked by
U just have nothing to prove
Why don't u respect my rules... and some
Ur always having fun
It's time to pay ur dues
Or feel the blues... 'cause
I
chains on me,
and all I ask of dying is to go naturally, only want to go naturally.
Don't want to go by the devil, don't want to go by the demon,
don't claim to have the loudest sound in town
But from the inside it felt like the ground shaked from Lenox to Bleecker
Circles form, dance contests
Most
chains on me,
and all I ask of dying is to go naturally, only want to go naturally.
Don't want to go by the devil, don't want to go by the demon,
a fit, anytime she walks by.
This woman would be dangerous, if she had a mind.
When Blondie tells you what you want to hear, don't waste your time.
suntan, topless, bitch, come over here.
[Chorus]
On Juggalo island,
We can be one.
Let our nuts hang by the water.
On Juggalo island, we can have
your mom
Mama he the best by far
Have you coming back for more,
All you gotta do is open up the door
I'll deliver the goods like a postal man,
All
a long and winding ride
Better have the right one by your side
And happiness don't drag its feet
And time moves faster than you think
Hey pretty
with yourself
Convince yourself you're you and no-one else
Restore your confidence and your pride
A soldier don't need no-one by their side
It
South Bronx no joke, more money more smoke
Don't choke, bitches have you burnin' bridges, no boat
All my problems over hoes
Tried to keep them, but
Its Friday
Gon live it up
Dont sit it out
Have it my way
If you aint with it
Then You could Hit the highway
Gon live it up
Dont sit it out
Have it my
put yourself out there
Want to be seen, got to be seen
Success don't come to the shy, to the meek, so speak
Word to the wise, yeah you better have
Boy, you're perfect
I see it in your eyes
You wanna have this, don't you realize
Infatuated, with a little taste
Boy, you're perfect
(Don't
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