Halls Of Illusions Lyrics

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



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



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 okay

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



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



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?



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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