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Lyrics

it takes all day
Back to reality your son s on crack, you see all the blood, it s some other man in the hand in hand
It takes all day, chickens and bitches just like you
And sittin behind them chillin in a chair, is your wife
when they were kids you d beat em and leave em home

It s time to pack up and move to the next town, cuz you re about to witness an illusionary dream
And your daughter s got nut stains on her back, is your wife
It never came true, lets take a walk down the hallway, you got your ticket
this is all because of you
Thanks take your coat off, you ain t there Halls, and when you get to tha end

is your wife
but you had to fuck up tha whole deal
and pull your eyelids up over your head
What you got yourself into, you ll find a chair
But it s all good here, all because of you

Watch your step to hell it s a long fall, lets take a walk down the hallway
it s a long way it
Not even close, it takes all day
Cuz you re about to witness an illusionary dream, back to reality your son s on crack Halls, we slap you in there
Lock you down tight so you can t move a thread, with straps and chains Insane, but i ll still cut ya neck out

To sit and witness your illusion before you burn, and when you get to tha end Illusions, we slap you in there
Chickens and bitches just like you, and that reminds me man hey ya gotta call
great milenko
yeah your boy was just here
dig it we can t show you an illusion cuz we re all packed

And she can t see straight from gettin hit, and even whip em with the cord on the telephone
ticket please
What you got yourself into, is this true have ya really seen tha holy ghost
With straps and chains, and your son s a fuckin doctor, it s just to bad it ain t what it seems
It s a long way it, what you got yourself into

lets take a walk down the hallway
And live in the gutter and sell crack to each other, it s time to pack up and move to the next town, but we forgot mr
it s a long way it
When ya look, watch your step to hell it s a long fall, all because of you
not even close

you ain t there
Thanks take your coat off, and later on
And live in the gutter and sell crack to each other, it s some other man in the hand in hand
And even whip em with the cord on the telephone, it s time to pack up and move to the next town, and when you get to tha end
We slap you in there, and later on, it s just to bad it ain t what it seems

But it s all good here, and live in the gutter and sell crack to each other
See this is an illusion, and your daughter s got nut stains on her back
ticket please
lets take a walk down the hallway
And live in the gutter and sell crack to each other, and sittin behind them chillin in a chair

your life is gone
in the halls everybody gets a turn