Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song The Perfect Night, artist - Insane Clown Posse. Album song Eye of the Storm, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 19.04.2007
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Psychopathic
Song language: English
The Perfect Night |
On the perfect night the graveyard is lit by a full moon |
Autumn leaves and stone often treated with an old boom |
Here and there the night air carries bass drops |
The soundtrack is something fast running through the crops |
On the perfect night fallin' stars don’t even get noticed |
People throwin' holy water on they doors is scared of ghosts |
On the perfect night the wind is blowin' hard enough to sway the trees |
And it’s about a hundred degrees |
On the perfect night the whole town shuts of its lights |
And listens to the city; |
screams, sirens, howls, and fights |
On the perfect night everything blends in with the shadows |
Moon in the sky; |
rats, owls, bats, ravens, and crows |
On the perfect night |
Iii…(Be sure to lock up and board all your windows |
And doors and don’t leave your home. |
Don’t. |
Don’t) |
Love a perfect Night (Don't leave your home. Don’t) |
Perfect night (Don't Leave your home) |
On the perfect night bitches get they panties pulled off and love it |
The f**kin' moon is so low you can almost touch it |
Bats rule the dark skies snatchin' mosquitoes |
Possums diggin' through your garbage cans for leftover Fritos |
On the perfect night there’s twenty-seven clowns in a minivan |
And every one of us understands how we could kill a man |
On the perfect night it’s windy enough to surf clouds |
Like the hawks and vultures on they pilgrimage south |
Street lights that haven’t worked for years suddenly glow |
Missin' children from a hundred years ago now they show |
On the perfect night no reception, something’s in the air |
Maybe you can see it or ya can’t but it’s clearly there |
On the perfect night |
Fortune tellers and psychics have nosebleeds all night |
'cause they’re flooded with the energies attackin' 'em bright |
A headless man on a ten speed in the middle of the road |
He’s swervin' a little but still peddlin' home |
On the perfect night dead people get to sleep in |
'cause when they wake up on a night like this its where to begin |
The ringmaster’s wagons can travel far and undisturbed |
'Cept they show up in the dark for the town they about to serve |
The dark is perfectly upon us like a million piranhas |
Swallow you whole like little dicks in big vaginas |
On the perfect night you can bet that nobody’s sleepin' |
The darkness outside is thick and heavy got your walls creakin' |