Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Amy's in the Attic, artist - Insane Clown Posse. Album song The Old Shit, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 13.05.2010
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Psychopathic
Song language: English
Amy's in the Attic |
Mr. Piser, I think you should come up here |
I think you should come up here |
Mr. Piser, I think you should come up here |
I think you should come up here |
(Amy's in the attic and my brain has gone ecstatic) |
Yet another day of all the suffering it gave |
I was just a little boy ever so naive |
Amy was my best friend, I never want to hurt her |
I never wanna ever wanna think about her murder |
On the playground, I chase her down the slide |
I chase her cross the monkey bars |
And she would run and hide |
Jinglin and tumbling, I pushed her off the sled |
Amy coincidently hit her head |
Jumbling inside my brain, down came the rain |
Amy isn’t answering, who would get the blame? |
Amy isn’t laughing, Amy isn’t crying |
Amy isn’t really breathing, God I think she’s dying |
Suddenly, the air is cold I must get her inside |
Even though she died, Amy has to hide |
Nobody must ever know that I made Amy sick |
Lock her up forever in the attic |
Maybe it’s best they buy it, thinking did she really die |
I’m thinking if it’s really true |
Then how come I am telling you |
And if I really meant to do it |
Should I be a victim too |
Should I walk the terror stairs |
And see if all my terror fairs, no Mr. Piser, I think you should come up here |
Amy’s in the attic and my brain has gone ecstatic |
I think you should come up here |
Mr. Piser, I think you should come up here |
I think you should come up here |
Every day I suffer but eleven years have passed |
How long will this keep and the nightmares last |
Sitting in my living room, another strange feeling |
I think I’m hearing tiny footsteps on the ceiling |
Looking in my mirror, the image isn’t clear |
I feel as if a little girl is standing at my rear |
Then I awake at the blink of an eye |
Voices from the attic yelling, why? |
What if Amy wasn’t dead living in the box |
Banging on the walls, rattling the locks |
Feeding on the roaches, rodents, and filth |
And when there’s nothing left, she feeds off herself |
Why do I think of Amy in this way? |
She was once a lovely girl running out to play |
Maybe it’s all a dream insane fanatic |
Maybe there’s no Amy in the attic after all |
Maybe it’s best they buy it, thinking did she really die |
I’m thinking if it’s really true |
Then how come I am telling you |
And if I really meant to do it |
Should I be a victim too |
Should I walk the terror stairs |
And see if all my terror fairs, no Mr. Piser, I think you should come up here |
Amy’s in the attic and my brain has gone ecstatic |
I think you should come up here |
Mr. Piser, I think you should come up here |
Amy’s in the attic and my brain has gone ecstatic |
I think you should come up here |
Maybe it’s best they buy it, thinking did she really die |
I’m thinking if it’s really true |
Then how come I am telling you |
And if I really meant to do it |
Should I be a victim too |
Should I walk the terror stairs |
And see if all my terror fairs |
Amy isn’t dead… |
Maybe it’s best they buy it, thinking did she really die |
I’m thinking if it’s really true |
Then how come I am telling you |
And if I really meant to do it |
Should I be a victim too |
Should I walk the terror stairs |
And see if all my terror fairs |
Amy’s in the attic and my brain has gone ecstatic |
Barrels to my nugget semi glock automatic |
Should I pull the trigger, would this break the chains |
That keeps Amy locked in my brain |
No, I must be starting to pray that I’m wrong |
I pray it’s just a fantasy that carried on too long |
Amy isn’t dead, I never knew an Amy |
I was just a boy, how can you blame me? |
Maybe that’s okay, but she’s tapping at the walls |
I see a darling little girl is floating down the hall |
Slowly coming toward me, her arms are spreading wide |
Opens up her mouth to show the maggots inside |
Crying, whining, rotting is the feeling |
Tiny drips of blood crowning from the ceiling |
Landing on my head, I’m psycho-sick |
I’ve finally had it Amy, know I’m coming to the attic! |
Maybe it’s best they buy it, thinking did she really die |
I’m thinking if it’s really true |
Then how come I am telling you |
And if I really meant to do it |
Should I be a victim too |
Should I walk the terror stairs |
And see if all my terror fairs yes |
Mr. Piser, I think you should come up here |
Amy’s in the attic and my brain has gone ecstatic |
I think you should come up here |
Mr. Piser, I think you should come up here |
Amy’s in the attic and my brain has gone ecstatic |
I think you should come up here |
Maybe it’s best they buy it, thinking did she really die |
I’m thinking if it’s really true |
Then how come I am telling you |
And if I really meant to do it |
Should I be a victim too |
Should I walk the terror stairs |
And see if all my terror fairs |
Maybe it’s best they buy it, thinking did she really die |
I’m thinking if it’s really true |
Then how come I am telling you |
And if I really meant to do it |
Should I be a victim too |
Should I walk the terror stairs |
And see if all my terror fairs |
Maybe it’s best they buy it, thinking did she really die |
I’m thinking if it’s really true |
Then how come I am telling you |
And if I really meant to do it |
Should I be a victim too |
Should I walk the terror stairs |
And see if all my terror fairs |
Maybe it’s best they buy it, thinking did she really die |
I’m thinking if it’s really true |
Then how come I am telling you |
And if I really meant to do it |
Should I be a victim too |
Should I walk the terror stairs |
And see if all my terror fairs |
Your seat awaits you on the Terror Wheel |