| Wake…
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| Revenge is mine
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| 12 people will die tonight
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| Now I look and then reborn
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| Though I have just until dawn
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| I remember every face
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| Spirits show me every place
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| First one sleeps inside his bed
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| Place my fingers on his head
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| To each temple push and smother
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| Till my fingers touch each other
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| Next one makes love to his wife
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| Only wish to take his life
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| For his family’s done no wrong
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| Place his children on the lawn
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| Tell the misses, leave the room
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| Less she wish to witness doom
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| Grab the squirming filthy goat
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| And shove the dresser down his throat
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| I must quickly use my gift
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| Next two work the midnight shift
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| Drinking coffee in the back
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| I will listen to them chat
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| Hear them speaking of my death
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| Hear the laughter in their breath
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| But the laughter quickly died
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| When their heads collide
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| Die!
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| You’re gonna die…
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| Now my anger’s growing worse
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| Next one’s working as a nurse
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| Have to make a doctor’s call
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| Drag my body down the hall
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| Grab a scalple and a blade
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| Time to play the nurse’s aide
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| Operate and strap her down
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| Carve her face into a clown
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| Killed another then three more
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| Now we’re down to only four
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| This man drives a taxi cab
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| Another wicked life to grab
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| Screaming that he’d thought I’d died
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| Let’s go for a taxi ride
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| In the wreck of twisted steel
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| The stearing wheel becomes his meal
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| This man watches his TV
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| Scanning channels endlessly
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| Stops at station forty-four
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| It’s the Wicked Clown Show
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| Watch me juggle, watch me dance
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| In 3-D watch me enhance
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| Watch me crawl out from the screen
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| And squeeze your neck until you’re green
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| Die!
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| You’re gonna die…
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| Time…
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| Even though, there’s just one left
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| I feel my bones becoming stiff
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| And now I wonder endlessly
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| The spirits have abandoned me My limbs are falling piece by piece
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| My ears and fingers in the street
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| But still yet see no morning sun
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| And here’s my victim’s early run
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| Quickly grab him from behind
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| Round his neck with fishing twine
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| Keep him still and pull the string
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| Watch his head go bobbaling
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| Listen to my riddle song
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| Even though my crime was wrong
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| Murder me just for your law
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| And I’ll be back for all y’all
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| Die!
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| You’re gonna die…
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| I’ll be back for all y’all… |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song 12 , by - Insane Clown Posse. Song from the album Riddle Box 20th Anniversary Edition, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп