Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Every Halloween, artist - Insane Clown Posse. Album song 20th Anniversary Hallowicked Collection, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 15.02.2018
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Psychopathic
Song language: English
Every Halloween |
I paint my face every year all day |
The 31st ain’t nothin to me, another holiday |
All of a sudden face painting’s in style |
And I’ve been doin ever since Gilligan’s Island was on |
But try to live all year though |
Try pickin up a chick when you’re painted up like a wierdo |
Im 68 years old I still trick or treat |
You think I care? |
shit I’m trying to find somethin to eat |
And tell your old ladies to keep your pennys |
If it ain’t above a quarter, don’t even bother |
Im sick of these little kids to I know you did it |
Put a brick in your bag and hit me in the head with it |
And then they take my candy and diss |
«Look what I got from the fat guy painted like Kiss!» |
All year I’m a psycho, huh? |
I see |
But every Halloween, you wanna be me! |
They (You want to be me, don’t you?) |
(Live careless, freely, don’t you?) |
Every Halloween () |
They want to be me () |
They (You want to be me, don’t you?) |
(Live careless, freely, don’t you?) |
Every Halloween () |
They want to be me () |
A gorilla, a puffer fish and a bag lady |
All made love and had a little baby |
And supposedly I’m the one |
But at this point that’s only purely speculation |
On halloween people smile at me |
The rest of the year, they dial the police |
They kick me off their lawn and shoot me off their cars |
But on Halloween, they’re giving me candy bars |
Trick or treat it’s 5:30 in the morning |
Im still out … I’m standing on your lawn |
And I’m lookin through your window |
My paint don’t come off, and if it did |
You think I’m scary now, shiiit |
I look like Frankenstein that’s been slapped with ugly |
Yet children hug me on Halloween |
Theyyyyyyyyy |
Every Halloween |
They want to be me |
Theyyyyyyyyy |
Every Halloween |
They want to be me |
3−6-4, people hate my guts |
On halloween though, they wanna ride my nuts |
They dress up as monsters, freaks, and clowns |
And pass jelly bears, Goobers, and suckers around |
They next day when I try to trick or treat |
It’s «get off my porch, or I’ll call the cops, you freak!» |
I don’t understand you people but that’s ok |
I’ll see you all next time you try to be Violent J |
Theyyyyyyyyy |
Every Halloween |
They want to be me |
Theyyyyyyyyy |
Every Halloween |
They want to be me |
Theyyyyyyyyy |
Every Halloween |
They want to be meee |
Theyyyyyyyyy |
Every halloween |
They want to be me |
(Well I don’t care) |
(Well I don’t care) |
(Well I don’t care) |
(Well I don’t care) |