Song Title: The Killing Fields
Album: Riddle Box
JC#: 3
Artist: Insane Clown Posse



VJ: "Laying in my bed, I think of many horror tales 
Yet I barely move, my bed is made of nails. 
I try to roll off, my skin slowly tears away 
My flesh is stuck to the bed as I begin my day (echo). 
Walking out the house this morning, the sky is red 
The streets are crowded with the bodies of the living dead. 
They're tryin� 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 has 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. (echo) 
And so I leave out the house and walk the land 
Wild pigs run and feed off the dying men. 
And look around you, there's bodies hangin� from the trees 
But they're not dying, they're only crying, 'please.' 
I hear the thunder in the sky, so I run and hide, 
The deadly rain may soon come down, you�ve got to get inside. 
The lunatics see the lightning, they're screaming, �yes� 
It's raining blood, the streets are a bloody mess. (echo)
About once or twice a week though it thunder storms 
That's when giant heavy red and black clouds form. 
It's raining blood, and kidneys, and livers from the sky 
Prepare cuz when you die, you're comin� to the killing fields." 

Man: "What shall it be? What shall that be? When that fine moment comes. When the curtains are drawn, the windows is shut, the door is closed, and you've written what you've written, you said it, that's it! What will it be, what about it mister? You've had your last beer. You�ve laughed at family and laughed at your little wife. She begged you not to go out to 
that bar." 

VJ: "As I feed off a dead pig, I'm thinking back 
To when I had a heart beat and how I would act 
I would steal from the poor, I'd laugh at the sick 
But in the killing fields, you get your fuckin� neck ripped. (echo) 
So as I walk along I meet a lot of strange folks 
Some people with no eyes, and gashed open throats. 
And if they notice your eyeballs are working well, 
They try to dig them out your skull, and go for self. 
Now in the summertime, it's like a whole 'nother realm 
Water becomes fire, and oceans overwhelm. 
To walk outside, the heat will surely cook your brains.
Try to run across the street, your hair will burst to flames. 
Victims in a panic run from the heated light. 
Underneath the city, into the sewer pipes 
Until the fire�s gone, this becomes your new land, 
But there's no food, so you feed off the other men. 
And now it's been seven months, I'm barely fed 
I chase a baby billy goat with a human's head 
Instead he�s screaming "Let me be! Let me be!" 
But while I chase it there's another demon chasing me. (echo)
All of time moves backwards, I'm growing old 
And still the clouds are burning fire, and so I'm told 
That there's a lot of living souls, such as the rich 
That choose to live like a bitch, 
I'll see you in the Killing Fields." 

Man: "You've had your big time of lust, sin and filth! What is 
the end going to be when you realize that time is up? You've crossed the finish line going in the wrong direction. What shall it be? What about it, ya man? When you spent your life in a few years time, you're burned out shell at 25 years of age. What shall it be? What about it?� 

"You can go to hell (echo) ("what shall it be?") [x4]
You can go to hell (echo) 

"Commmme, come on down, down." [x2]
 (You're going to the killing fields [echo])

"Commmme, come on down, down." [x4]
(You're going to the killing fields)

"Commmme, come on down, down" [x2]