The Jokerr Welcome To The Show

Текст песни "The Jokerr — Welcome To The Show"

Chorus:

Demons around me that I can’t see!
Plead down on my knees but they won’t leave!
(Repeat X3)

Verse 1:

I’m smart as they come so just be careful what your tryin ta pull
Being sneaky tryin ta out-creep me you must think I’m a fool
I’m the grand master, a rocket scientist from Lancaster
Dumpin humungous buckets of flavor on you bland bastards

I eat rappers and crap souls
The ghost of the collapsed old shack where the black pumpkin patch grows
I scratched holes in the coffin that they latched closed
Dug up through the ground, broke the surface and my ass rose!

Now I stand with a staff in my hand
A broken man looking out over the land from which I was band
But I returned in disguise to blend amongst the people
Menacing, seeking vengeance against any presumptive evil

Demon spawn, brake in your room at the gleam of dawn
Wake you up, stab you in the face ‘for you even yawn
And this is how I envisioned it all along,
Just give me the heads of those who imprisoned me I’ll be gone!

(chorus X1)

Verse 2:

I used to entertain people in such innocent ways
Now I juggle four-foot ninja blades and pin-less grenades
Drinking kerosene and breathing flames
I sneeze at people and casually say excuse me while they scream in pain

You get indicted for corporate stock extortions
I get indicted for unlawfully breathing life into rotten corpses
In cemeteries in the blackest darkness
I’ll start the tractor parked behind the maintenance shack, dig up, and snatch a carcass

And drag ‘em back to the Lair and you know what happens there
Surgical staples and dried, blood-stained mattress tears
Replacing fingers with claws, cutting faces with saws
And implanting flesh eating jaws bigger than that of bears

That means my army of zombies is on its way to you all
To unleash an assault for the likes of which you can’t prepare
Contraire, they’ll be chasing you as you run scared
Hop in your closet light a match and there’s one there!

(Chorus X1)

Bridge:

Welcome to the great asylum
Welcome to the greatest show
Welcome to the coldest, darkest hole

Watch the dancing Jokerr cry
Watch the tear drops on his eyes
Dry for all eternity and so…
Welcome to the show

Verse 3:

I’m the one genuine article surrounded by a crock of facades
So at the final bow yall don’t even gotta applaud
Cause I could give a damn about claps
I get those by pushing people into empty pools full of cocked mouse traps

All along I’ve been waiting and waiting
The violence and wrath that my chains were negating
Dreaming of times and dreaming of places
When I could set you up and scream in your faces!!!

Chorus X3