Halloween On Military Street Lyrics

Halloween On Military Street lyrics

(Spoken)

We measure things by what we are. To the maggots in the cheese,
the cheese is the universe. To the worms in the corpse, the corpse is the
cosmos. How then can we be so cock-sure about our world? Just because of our
Telescopes and microscopes and the splitting of the atom? Certainly not.
Science is but an organized system of ignorance. There are more things in
heaven and on earth than are in a tenth of our philosophy. What do we know
about the beyond? Do we know what's behind the beyond? I'm afraid some of us
don't even know what's beyond behind.



(Violent J)

Uuuh,
Happy Halloween!



(Chorus)

Fuck! Damnit! Another
Halloween.

People on Military know what this means.

Houses on fire,
they're blowin up cars.

Creatures in the streets, and razor blades and
candy bars.



I went to trick-or-treat the first house on my
block,

Spit in my face and gave my a rock.

I tried to give it back
and said "I'll take nothing instead."

Turned around and walked away and
felt the rock peg me in the head



Walked to the next house directly
next door

There I saw an old woman dead on the floor

I said "Excuse
me miss, but do you have a treat?"

She lifted her leg and scrapped flakes
off her dead feet



I ran to the next house happy and giddy

And
there i seen a fat woman holding up her titty

I said, "Trick-or-treat."
she sad "Treat-or-trick."

And squeezed on her titty until it.......fuck
it that's too sick



Next house up was sittin' back in the woods

I was a little frightened but fuck I want the goods

I knocked on the
door I heard a knock back

And then i heard "COME ON IN" and yo I'm like
FUCK DAT!



This house belongs to Mrs. Cherry Spoon

She said,
"Drop your drawls and your treat is coming soon."

I quickly grew a
stiffy, but kept my eyes shut

A hand came out the mail chute and flicked
me in the nuts



I wobbled to the next house ready for the worst

And chillin' in the drive was a long black hurst

I rang the door bell
and said "Is anybody home."

"Of course little boy have a sugar coated
kidney stone."



I walked through the field, and to the next
crib

Her friendliness could only be in her cooking bib

I said "How
bout some candy." she said "How bout instead,

A nice hot fresh home made
loaf of yeast infection bread."



My bag's gettin heavy so I rest on
the curb

And riding on his bike her comes little Larry Shurb

I snuck
up behind him and kicked him off his seat

I punched him in the neck, and
power bombed him in the street



Now my bag of candy has doubled in
size

Up to the next house for my scary prize

I'm like
trick-or-treat, trick treat tricky dick

he opened up his door slapped my
lips and didn't give me shit



Rock through his window and ran
across the street

To the Dayton Mansion I'm in for a treat

I dinged
on the dong, and here comes the butler

A big gumpy tall Les Lurch lookin
motha'fucka



I said "Hello Mister, is there Something for my
sack?"

He reached in his pocket but I think he hurt his back

It's
taking him an hour, my bag is open ready

But then he finally dropped it
in my sack, a fuckin penny



The next house is abandoned so forget
it

But wait a minute, I think somebody's livin in it

I ran up to
the door "Trick-or-treat, you can't hide"

It was a crackhead, he crawled
in my bag and died



The next house is mine the last on the
block

My mother's sitting on the porch shinning up her glock

I
climbed on the roof with my brother Jump Steady

And we yelled "HAPPY
HALLOWEEN AND CLOWN LOVE!" to the whole city



(Chorus 'til fade)