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Laying in my bed I think of many horror tales.
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Yet I better move my bed is made of nails.
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I try to roll off my skin slowly tears away.
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My flesh is stuck to the bed as I begin my day.
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Walking out the house this morning the sky is red.
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The streets are crowded with the bodies of the living dead.
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They're tryin' a die they're jumping off a roof tops.
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They only scream in pain as their body flops.
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I rather stay inside my home and only pray to die.
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But my house has been on fire since like `85.
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I can only stand a night of the fatal smoke.
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But see you never die, you only burn and choke.
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And so I leave out the house, and walk the land.
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Wild pigs run and feed off the dying men.
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And look around you, there's bodies hanging from the trees,
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But they're not dying, they're only crying, "Please!"
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I hear the thunder in the sky so I run and hide.
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The Deli Raymay soon come down, you've got to get inside.
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The lunatics see the lightning, they're screaming, "Yes!"
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It's raining blood, the streets are a bloody mess.
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About once or twice a week, though, with thunderstorms.
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That's when giant, heavy, red and black clouds form.
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It's raining blood, kidneys, and livers from the sky.
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Prepare, cuz when you die, you're coming to the Killing Fields.
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(chorus):
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(Come, come on down, down.)
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"What shall they be? What shall they be? When that fine moment comes."
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(Come, come on down, down.)
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"When the curtains are drawn, the windows are shut, doors closed, and you've
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written
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what you've written, you've said it, that's it!" (coming to the killing fields)
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(Come, come on down, down.)
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"What will they all be? What about it mister, when you've had you're last beer?
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(Come, come on down, down.)
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You've laughed at you're family and laughed at you're little wife. She begs you
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not to go
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out to that bar."
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(End chorus)
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As I feed off a dead pig, I'm thinking back.
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To when I had a heartbeat, and how I would act.
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I would steal from the poor. I'd laugh at the sick.
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But in the killing fields, you'd get your fucking neck ripped!
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So as I walk along I meet a lot of strange folks.
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Some people with no eyes, and gashed open throats.
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And if they notice your eyeballs are working well,
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The try ta dig them out your skull, and go for self.
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Now in the summertime, it's like a whole other realm.
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Water becomes fire, and oceans overwhelm.
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To walk outside, the heat will surely cook your brains
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Try to run across the street, your hair will burst ta flames.
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Victims in a panic run from the heat and light,
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Underneath the city, into the sewer pipes.
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Until the fire's gone this becomes your new land.
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But, there's no food so you feed off the other men.
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And now it's been seven months, I'm barely fed.
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I chase a baby billy goat with a human's head.
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It's steady screamin' "Lemme be, lemme be!"
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But while I chase it there's another demon chasin' me.
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All of time moves backwards, I'm growing old.
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And still the clouds are burning fire, and so I'm told
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That there's a lot of living souls such as the rich,
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That choose to live like a bitch.
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See you in the killing fields!
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(chorus):
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(Come, come on down, down.)
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"Youve had your big time in lust, sin, and filth!"
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(Come, come on down, down.)
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"What is it going to be when you realize the time is up? You've crossed the
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finish line!
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Going in the wrong direction." (I'll see you in the killing fields)
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(Come, come on down, down.)
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"What shall they all be? What about it gentlemen? When you've spent your life
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in a few
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years' time?"
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(Come, come on down, down.)
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"Your a burned up shell at 25 years of age. What shall they all be?" What
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about it?
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(End chorus)
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You can go to hell hell hell hell hell
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"What shall they all be?"
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(repeat 5x)
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Come, come on down, down.
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Come, come on down, down. (you're coming to the killing fields!) (w/ echo)
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Come, come on down, down.
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Come, come on down, down.
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(repeat w/ fade out)
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The Killing Fields
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| Hurricane #1 |
