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Insane Clown Posse - Bowling Balls lyrics
Friends don't come easily and this I know And every time I make one, they say they gotta go I wanna talk with people and look em' in the face I wanna take em' home and they can stay at my place All the talkin', I can do, I would never lie to you We take a quick ride, homicide, then I confide in you And I can love you, and technically, even though you're dead You'll always be around me cuz I'm keeping your head I keep heads on shelves everywhere in my cellar I even own the melon of a dead fortune teller The rotted ones, I keep em' up in fat pickle jars And the new ones? We lay on the lawn and look at stars It's illegal, I know...but so is smoking weed And who the fuck gives a fuck when you have a need? I collect human heads fresh up off the neck Face, lips, hair, nose, ears, gimme that! Faces, people know more than names! The hair is there and all the brains! Your head would mean so much to me! Your head would mean so much to me! I won't diss you! You wanna wear a hat, whut? How you want your eyelids, open or shut? Your head would mean so much to me! Your head would mean so much to me! Sometimes I put em' in my bowling bag and bring em' to work Play with their hair under my desk with my bare foot They're like stuffed animals all over the bed Human heads, Pam, Jennifer, Hubert, and Ted I even put one in the shower, water comes out the mouth I kick a few around the yard when I feel like going out I blow air in the mouth piece and duct tape it shut Bring em' in the pool and their heads'll float up I'm not a sicko, yo, though I've had girlfriends I even put their make up on and take em' for a spin I'm not a murderer like that, not really Only every Halloween, the house do look kinda silly You know the homeless people that be bothering you for change? Almost all of my collection, from them is where they came I'm not insane about it, it's just the world is too crowded And maybe I'ma do something a-mothafuckin'-bout it Faces, people know more than names! The hair is there and all the brains! Your head would mean so much to me! Your head would mean so much to me! I won't diss you! You wanna wear a hat, whut? How you want your eyelids, open or shut? Your head would mean so much to me! Your head would mean so much to me! I need some therapy to help me deal with this shit Dr. Wigglefarmer, I need to make a visit He told me heads are normal but I gotta brush their teeth So now I'm brushing 4 mouths at a time using my feet He also told me to keep them from the dog But I already know that, she chew they faces off And then Mr. Wigglefarmer asked me for a couple I went into my bag and gave him 2 like, "No trouble." Now I got some therapy, I'm feeling much better I'm happy forever, me and my craniums together They all over the house and they roll around the floor And if it's got an afro....I use it for a pillow I'm ill though, I never shoulda worried anyway I shoot head-hoops and don't care what people say You can ask Dr. Wigglefarmer for yourself He's the 3rd head down, top row, 3rd shelf Faces, people know more than names! The hair is there and all the brains! Your head would mean so much to me! Your head would mean so much to me! I won't diss you! You wanna wear a hat, whut? How you want your eyelids, open or shut? Your head would mean so much to me! Your head would mean so much to me! Faces, people know more than names! The hair is there and all the brains! Your head would mean so much to me! Your head would mean so much to me! I won't diss you! You wanna wear a hat, whut? How you want your eyelids, open or shut? Your head would mean so much to me! Your head would mean so much to me! |
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