Halls Of Illusions lyrics

Ticket please, thanks, walk through the doors,
Into the Halls of Illusion and visit yours,
To see what could`ve, and should`ve, and would`ve 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, ya find a chair,
With straps and chains, we slap you in there!
Lock you down tight, so you can`t move a thread,
And, pull your eyelids up over your head!
Cuz you`re about to witness an Illusionary dream,
It`s just too bad it ain`t worth seeing.
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 your wife, and you 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, cuz you knocked her teeth out!
And she can`t see straight from gettin` hit,
Cuz 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 and, and shove it in your ear!
And your death comes wicked, painful, and slow
At the hands of Milenko!
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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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Look who`s next, it`s Mr. Clark,
The dirty old man from the trailer park.
Ya got your ticket? Thanks, take your coat off,
And later on, why not? I`ll rip your 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, ya find a chair,
Ya see all the blood? Yeah, ya boy was just here!
We get all different kind of 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 dear!
No way! It looks like ya kids` in the ok
Ya daughter`s chillin` up in college, top grade,
And your son`s a fuckin` doctor, phat pay!
They got family, the kids, and it`s all good!
They even coach little league in the neighborhood!
Is this true? Have ya really seen the holy ghost?
Naw, 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 of the telephone!
And that reminds me man, hey you got a call!
Watch your step to hell, it`s a long fall.
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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, cuz we`re all packed, but...
I`ll still cut your neck out! How`s that?
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