| Lyrics: | [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, 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 roof tops
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
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 in hide
The deadly rain may soon come down, you 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, livers, and kidneys 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
fine 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 you look to be? What about
it, mister,
when you've had your last beer. You laughed at family and
laughed at your
little wife. She begged you not to go out to
that bar."
[Violent J]
As I feed off a
dead pig, I'm thinking back
To wh |
