Halls Of Illusions Lyrics

Ticket please? Thanks walk threw the doors
Into the halls of illusions visit yours
And see what could of it should of it would of been real
But you had to fuck up the whole deal

Lets take a walk down the hallway
It's a long way
It takes all day

And when we get to the end you find a chair
With straps and chains we slap you in there
Lock you down tight so you can't move a tread
And pull your eyelids up over your head
Cuz your about to witness an illusionary dream
It's just to bad it aint what it seems

You walk in and you see two kids on the floor
There playin' Nintendo and he's got the high score
And sittin' behind them chillin' in a chair
Is your wife and you look oh you aint there
There's some other man in the hand in hand
As he looks so happy you don't understand
See this is an illusion it never came true
All because of you

Back to reality and what your about
Your wife cant smile cuz you knocked her teeth out
And she can't see straight from gettin' hit
Cuz your a fat fuckin' drunk piece of shit
But it's all good here come have a beer
I'll break the top off it and shove it in your ear
And your death comes wicked, painful, and slow
At the hands of Milenko

Great Milenko wave your wand
Dont look now your life is gone
This is all bcause of you
What you got your life into

Great Milenko wave your wand
Dont look now your life is gone
This is all bcause of you
What you got your life into

Look who's next it's Mr.Clark
The dirty old man from the trailer park
You got you ticket?
Thanks take your coat off
And later on why not
I'll rip your throught off

Lets take a walk down the hallway
It's a long way
It takes all day

And when you get to the end you find a chair
You see all the blood yea your boy was just here
We get all differernt counter people comin' threw
Riches, chickens, and bitches just like you
In the halls everybody gets a turn
To sit and witness your illusion before you burn

What do we have here
Oh dear no way
It looks like your kids in the OK
Your daughters chillin' up in collage tuff grades
And your sons a fuckin' docter fat payed
They got family, the kids, and it's all good
They even coach little league in the neighborhood
Is this true have you really seen the holy ghoast?
Na bitch not even close

Back to reality your sons on crack
And your dauhters got nut stains on her back
And they both fuckin' smell like shit
And live in a gutter and sell crack to each other
When they were kids
You would beat 'em and leave 'em home
And even whip 'em with the cord on the telephone
And that reminds me man
Hey you gotta call
Watch your step to Hell
You belong

Great Milenko wave your wand
Dont look now your life is gone
This is all bcause of you
What you got your life into ((2x))

Time to pack up and move to the next town
But we forgot Mr.Biggit, OK Digit
We cant show you an illusion cuz we all packed
But i'll still cut your neck out cuz the

Great Milenko wave your wand
Dont look now your life is gone
This is all bcause of you
What you got your life into ((4X))