Riddle Box

[Verse 1: Shaggy 2 Dope]

Take a look around

Your link is found

You're finally found

Look around, Just look around

The world is full of wonder

And now it’s all mine

I escaped the darkness

Now look at me shine!

[Intro: Shaggy 2 Dope]

Awwwwwwwwww!

Oh shit, yo, check it out, man

ICP back in the haugh, man

Violent J, man! 2 Dope, man!

Wicked clowns, man! Fuck off, man!

[Verse 1: Violent J]

Hey, quick, hurry up, bang

Open your mouth, 'cause here comes my wang

I'm Violent J, the Southwest schizo

Born in a big top, magical majesto

Dead body disco, rapping to the hoochies

Dirty old fat hoes come up with a smoochie

Oochie coochie la la la la la

I might pull your tongue out your mouth and try to hang ya

It's a full moon, and the riddles are calling

Three more cards and the skies will be falling

But don't take it from me, I'm just a clown

Wicked clown, wicked town, jugga-lugga-loco

Lick it down and up 'til my nuts start singing

Dancing, hopping, I'ma keep bringing

Riddles and tricks and dead body chicks

With the swing of my magical wand

The show must go on!

[Interlude 1]

"Well it all began when I was very young

Our village was so excited about the carnival's arrival

Everyone was jolly and cheery

I waited for their wagons until well after dusk

That night, while I was sleeping

I was awoken by a cold, eerie wind

Looking out, I saw strange men, cursing and filthy

And there were clowns setting up the dreary tent"

[Verse 2: Shaggy 2 Dope]

I'm 2 Dope, and I sport tight Wranglers

Don't say a word or I'll kick ya in the neck, bitch

Everybody round make way for the clown

Been to New York and L.A., I'm Southwest down (Baby)

Walked into El Rey's almost got my ass kicked

Rather just chill in "the 'Yard" in my casket

Call up the hoes, have 'em swing by the tomb

And get a little sticky stank up in this bitch (Oh yeah?)

Killer clowns, kicked out the circus

Used to get live, let the midget lady work this

I was a freak show, they called me the Pogo

I could make my ballsack bob like a yo-yo

(Give it up, give it up) Southwest looney tune

Killed another redneck, found his head in Bonnie Doone

Doony Boon, toony goon, I can hear the loons

In my head as I sing my wicked song

The show must go on!

[Interlude 2]

"I've never been afraid of clowns

But these clowns were different

There was nothing funny about these clowns at all

They smiled, they juggled, they laughed

Yet something was terribly, terribly wrong

I didn't like these clowns, for I could see through them

I knew what they were really like

I knew that this carnival that had come to my village

Was an evil, evil thing"

[Chorus]

Come see the show, big top show

Walk hand in hand with the dead carnival

Dead dirty carnies, dead Juggalos

Walk hand in hand with the dead carnival

[Verse 3: Violent J & Shaggy 2 Dope]

You ask do we gangbang, do we bang in a gang, man

Do we bang bang, I'm a gangbanger, man

I bang in a gang, man, you can suck my wang, man

Richie boy, bitchy boy, it's a Southwest thang

Serial murderer, Southwest maniac

Slaughterer, lunatic, high school braniac

Straight-A school boy, school kid

'Til I went to school and tried to murder everyone

The show must go on!

[Interlude 3]

"My neighbors and friends were fools, all of them

Totally unaware of the evilness within the clowns

Their eyes reflected stairways into Hell

Their faces painted with blood

I ran from the carnival grounds

And yet every road and every path

Led me right back to the big tent

I had no escape from the strong men

The freak shows, and the Ringmaster"

[Chorus]

Come see the show, big top show

Walk hand in hand with the dead carnival

Dead dirty carnies, dead Juggalos

Walk hand in hand with the dead carnival

Come see the show, big top show

Walk hand in hand with the dead carnival

Dead dirty carnies, dead Juggalos

Walk hand in hand with the dead carnival

Ha ha ha ha ha!

[Skit]

*Ring*

"Yello?"

"Speak ta Chicken Neck?"

"Who?"

"Chicken Neck."

"Nobody by that name here."

"What about Chicken Balls?"

"Nope."

"What about Chicken Fuckin' Gizzard Throat, is he there?"

"Look boy you got the wrong number."

*Ring*

"What the? Hello?"

"Speak ta Red Nuts?"

"Who?"

"Red Balls, Willy Redneck Balls, is he there?"

"Goddamnit!"

*Ring*

"Lemme get dis"

"Who in the hell is dis?"

"Speak ta Fat Boy?"

"Who in the hell is dis?"

"I wanna speak ta Fat Redneck Fuckin' Chicken Boy, is he there?"

"Goddamnit! (click) Fuckin' no good bastards!"

*Knock on door*

"Get the damn door!!"

"Yeah?"

"I have a delivery for a Mr. Redneck Fat Balls."

"What?! You god damned little--"

*Gunshots*

"It's from the wicked clowns."

[Intro]

"Where's that mother fucker at, man? Damn. It's been about ten days, man"

"Ay! Ay, man! Over here, man"

"Yeah, what can I do for you, boy"

"Yeah, man, uh, let me get one of these chicken necks"

"A what?"

"A chicken neck, man. A red-ass chicken neck"

"A red what? Necked chicken? What?"

"A red-ass chicken neck like yours, man!"

"Like mine?!"

"Yeah, bitch!"

[Verse 1: Violent J & Shaggy 2 Dope]

Well, I'm heading down a southern trail, I'm going chicken huntin'

Chopping redneck chicken necks I ain't saying nothing

To the hillbilly, stick my barrel in his eye

Boomshacka boomshacka hair chunks in the sky

Why, I never liked chicken pot pie

Or the chopped chicken on rye

So tell Mr. Billy Bob I'ma cut his neck up

Slice, poke, chop chop, stab, cut

What can you do with the drunken hillbilly?

Cut his fucking eyes out and feed 'em to his Aunt Nilly

Willy Willy chicken neck, chicken hunting gotta love it

Hit him with the twelve gauge bucket, chicken nuggets

Laid out all over the grass

Then his little hound dog will eat 'em up fast

Last as long as you can, my man

'Cause when that chicken head hits the fan, you got

Blood guts fingers and toes

Blood guts fingers and toes

Blood guts fingers and toes

Sittin' front row at the chicken show so...

[Chorus]

Who's going chicken huntin? We's goin' chicken huntin'!

Who's going chicken huntin? We's goin' chicken huntin'!

Who's going chicken huntin? We's goin' chicken huntin'!

Cut a motherfucking chicken up! Right!

Who's going chicken huntin? We's goin' chicken huntin'!

Who's going chicken huntin? We's goin' chicken huntin'!

Who's going chicken huntin? We's goin' chicken huntin'!

Cut a motherfucking chicken up! Right!

[Verse 2: Shaggy 2 Dope]

Let me get a chicken sandwich with Manwich

I'm finna wreck on a chicken neck

Chopping up Hilly and Billy Bob Billy

'Cause I chop motherfucking redneck silly

Peeped in your yard, tell me, what did I see?

I seen a chicken boy fucking a sheep

I say "Mister Mister, what the fuck you trying to do"

*Unintelligible speech*

Barrels in your mouth, bullets to your head

The back of your neck's all over the shed

Boom shocka boom chop chop bang

I'm 2 Dope and it ain't no thang

To cut a chicken, trigger's clickin'

Blow off his head but his feet still kickin'

Last as long as you can, my man

'Cause when that chicken head hits the fan, it's

Blood, guts, fingers, and toes

Blood, guts, fingers, and toes

Blood, guts, fingers and toes

Sittin' front row at the chicken show so

[Chorus]

Who's going chicken huntin? We's goin' chicken huntin'!

Who's going chicken huntin? We's goin' chicken huntin'!

Who's going chicken huntin? We's goin' chicken huntin'!

Cut a motherfucking chicken up! Right!

Who's going chicken huntin? We's goin' chicken huntin'!

Who's going chicken huntin? We's goin' chicken huntin'!

Who's going chicken huntin? We's goin' chicken huntin'!

Cut a motherfucking chicken up! Right!

[Instrumental]

*Gunshot*

[Verse 3: Violent J & Shaggy 2 Dope]

Went to Kentucky, I got lucky

Met this hog-callin' bitch named Bucky

Riding on a chicken, milking a sow

Hittin' switches in a drop top low ride tractor plow

Redneck fella, moonshine sella

Hang him by his neckbones, chicken bones

Locked in the cellar, yellow belly chicken plucker

You redneck fucker!

[Chorus]

Who's going chicken huntin? We's goin' chicken huntin'!

Who's going chicken huntin? We's goin' chicken huntin'!

Who's going chicken huntin? We's goin' chicken huntin'!

Cut a motherfucking chicken up! Right!

[Intro]

"Ooh, I like this toy. Watch it go. Uw...wait!" *gunshots*

"We're sorry the person you are calling is dead"

[Verse 1: Violent J]

I was like six, I used to get dissed by the chicks

And everyone would chase me and hit me with bricks

And rocks and sticks and calling me names

And fill my lunchbox with frog brains, ew!

When I left school, it was much iller

My daddy was a serial killer

And how about that, he always made me sit in the back

With all his dead bodies on my lap, move!

When I got home, enough of the static

Hammer and tools and up to the attic

Never knew any other girls or boys

Only my toys, toys, toys

Bang, clang, hammer and twist

Nobody knows I exist, and I'm pissed

But I won't be mentally scarred

Instead I make toys, toys of the graveyard

Monday, ring of the bell

It's all about show and tell, might as well

Show all these bastards just what I got

Yo, check out my toy box!

(Aah! Turn it off! Aah!)

"Nothing feels better than a good hardy-har-har, right, boys and girls?"

[Verse 2: Violent J]

We got dead bodies everywhere you look

All the nerds sittin' up front got cooked

Others start screaming and making a dash

So I start handing out toys fast, at last

You like slinkies? We got slinkies

Only mine like to wrap around your face

And stretch, twist, kazoom

And whip your body all over the fuckin' room

So come, one at a time

Open your gift and what you will find

Is a toy, my friend, that you'll never forget

It's not every day that you get your skull split

You like soldiers? We got soldiers

Made with rubber and steel, they look real

But I wouldn't just toss 'em under your bed

That's how you get an axe to the forehead

Oh, and don't let 'em sit around all day

Come home and find you mom, dead in the hallway

'Cause they can be nifty

All the toys are shifty, hehe, in my toy box

(Turn it off! No! Turn it off! Aah!)

"Woowee, that sure sounds like fun!"

[Verse 3: Violent J]

That's not a toy, hey, wait a minute

Don't fuck around, homie, you can lose an eye with it

That's my double blade razor whip chop Jimmy

And it's mine, mother fucker, so gimme gimme

You want toys, you come to the right place

Try my little toy, Mutilating Mental Case

Wind him up, let him go among all of ya

Then BANG! Serial slaughterer

Your turn, reach in and get lucky

Oh look, he pulled out a rubber ducky

*Squeak squeak* It make a funny sound, man

Then BANG! Blew the fingers off his fuckin' hand

Won't stop, class ain't done yet

I remember you calling me poindext

Bookworm brainy, my aggravation

Went into these little creations

Reach in, you might find something wicked

Wicked, scary, chop bang pickadairy

Off with your head, a robot with a sword

And now he's looking at me, but what for?

"W-wait a, wait a minute, I made you. Get them, not me. W-wait a minute, motherfucker!"

(Aah! Turn it off! No! Turn it off!)

[Outro]

Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh I love this record

(Ha ha ha ha! Woo hoo! No! Aah! Turn it off!)

Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh I love this record

(Ha ha ha ha! Woo hoo! No! Aah!)

Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh I love this (Turn it off!)

(Ha ha ha ha! Woo hoo! No! Aah! Turn it off!)

Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh I love this record

(Ha ha ha ha! Woo hoo! No! Aah!)

Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh I love this (Turn it off!)

(Ha ha ha ha! Woo hoo! No! Aah! Turn it off!)

(Ha ha ha ha! Woo hoo! No! Aah! Turn it off!)

(Ha ha ha ha! Woo hoo! No! Aah! Turn it off!)

Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh I love this record

(Ha ha ha ha! Woo hoo! No! Aah!)

Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh I love this (Turn it off!)

[Skit: Shaggy 2 Dope & Violent J]

"Tell me why. Why do feel like you should still be together with Lisa?"

"Sure. C-come on, man. Our relationship ain't all weak and shit. You know, I mean... I mean just because she's dead we should just break up or somethin'? Fuck that!"

"Tommy, Tommy, Tommy, listen to me, she's dead, man. You gotta move on."

"So what? So she's dead. Does that make you fresher than her?"

"I didn't say that..."

"I don't think so! So she don't talk as much. And she really don't move around a lot. She's still fresh! She's still fun to be around. Y-yeah you're just prejudiced."

"Huh?"

You're prejudiced against dead people."

"Huh? Oh man, you really are one sick bastard, Tommy."

"Yeah? Fook oof."

"What?"

"Fook oof."

"What the fuck is that? What does that mean?"

"It means fook oof"

"Man, you fuckin' lost it."

"Yeah? Fuck off!"

[Intro: Shaggy 2 Dope & Legz Diamond]

"This is a Channel 7 news brief, because the news is happening now."

"Hello, Mort Perkins reporting. Our top story tonight, police and investigators are still trying to figure out how and why somebody stole four dead bodies from the Wayne County morgue late Monday night. Police say the apparent body thief entered through the basement window, but how he eluded the security and alarm system is still a mystery, but what we at Channel 7 are wondering, what kind of sick fuck would steal four dead bodies, anyway? Details at 11."

[Verse 1: Violent J]

Dead bodies, dead bodies all over the street

Fifty-five, sixty-five bodies at least

I hang with the stiffs 'til the break of dawn

I'm always finding bodies when I'm mowing the lawn

Drag 'em in the house, throw 'em in the oven

Wicked clown lovin' that dead body grubbin;

Tastes like chicken finger lickin' deep fried

I ate a dead body, but don't tell, I lied

I just ate my first dead body last week

Still gots a finger nail caught in my teeth

Before you start yelling and cursin' my name

Remember something's wrong with my brain, insane

Second I was born, doctor threw me 'gainst the wall

Kicked open the doors and he whipped me down the hall

I'm sliding and I'm bouncing off shit like a hockey puck

And my mother's like "What the fuck?!"

He said I was born of an alien race

Born with a hatchet and a Juggalo face

But I'm not a martian, you wouldn't understand

I'm just the dead body man

[Chorus: Shaggy 2 Dope & Violent J]

(Dead bodies, dead bodies, dead bodies, dead bodies)

We got bodies, dead bodies!

(Bodies, dead bodies, dead bodies, dead bodies)

We got fat ones, skinny ones, males, females, hermaphrodites

(Bodies, dead bodies, dead bodies, dead bodies)

We got somebodies, we got nobodies

(Tell me, have you ever seen a dead body man?)

Bodies, bodies, bodies, whoo!

[Verse 2: Violent J]

Dead bodies, dead bodies in the back of my van

All the little kiddies love the dead body man

I drive through my neighborhood ringing my bell

Some people run 'cause they don't like the smell

Others line up just as quick as they can

To try to catch a glimpse of the dead body man

It's all good, if you can stand the funk, but uh

Heh, Just don't look in the trunk

I drive down Central kickin' the bass

Chillin' with my freaks and I'm pickin' her face

Maggots and bugs like to crawl on her head

'Cause my bitch is dead, I'd rather that instead

Of a ho you can't trust, always diggin' a nut

A dead body bitch learn to keep her mouth shut

Riding in the back is my dead body crew

Only they can never think of nothin' to do

If you think I'm sick, take a look at yourself

You got dead deer heads up on your shelf

On your key chain is a little baby rabbit's hand

I'm just the dead body man

[Chorus: Shaggy 2 Dope & Violent J]

(Dead bodies, dead bodies, dead bodies, dead bodies)

We also collect dead bodies so, if you know any dead people

(Dead bodies)

Or you yourself are planning on dying soon

(Dead bodies, dead bodies, dead bodies, dead bodies)

We would be happy to come to your house and pay cash for it

(Tell me, have you ever seen a dead body man?)

We appreciate good healthy stiffs around here. Woo hoo!

[Outro: Violent J]

Call me the dead body man (Someone give 'em to me)

Call me the dead body man (Just sell 'em to me)

Call me the dead body man (You can mail 'em to me)

Call me the dead body man (Br-bring 'em to me)

Call me the dead body man (Won't you give 'em to me)

Call me the dead body man (You can sell 'em to me)

Call me the dead body man (Just mail 'em to me)

Call me the dead body man (Br-bring 'em to me)

Call me the dead body man (You can give 'em to me)

Call me the dead body man (You can sell 'em to me)

Call me the dead body man (Won't ya mail 'em to me)

Call me the dead body man (You can bring 'em to me)

Call me the dead body man

Call me the dead body man

[Intro: Shaggy 2 Dope & Legz Diamond]

"Start the movie."

"I loved the old man. He had never wronged me. He had never given me insult, for his gold I had no desire. I think it was his eye. Yes, it was this. One of his eyes resembled that of a vulture. A pale, blue eye with a film over it. Whenever it fell upon me, my blood ran cold. And so, by degrees, very gradually, I made up my mind to take the life of the old man and thus rid myself of the eye forever."

[Verse 1: Violent J]

So I'm headed door to door with my grandmother's cookie jar

I'm sellin' cookies, twelve for a dollar

I ring the doorbell, nobody wants any

I'll resort to goin' cheaper, two for a penny

Anybody, everybody, they hate me

I can tell when they spit and degrade me

There's only one house left, the last on the block

Old Man Willie on the hilltop

I ring the doorbell, the door creeps open

And there it was, starin' and scopin'

The man's left eye, red, big, and drippin'

I was trippin'. "Ahh! See ya!"

I ran home. I couldn't stop thinking

About his eyeball winking and blinking

And that looked not a damn thing like the other, ugh!

Should've wore a patch on the motherfucker

It hypnotized me, mesmerized me

Traumatized, paralyzed, terrorized me

Creepers, where'd you get that ball

And tell me how it even fits in your skull

I want a big long knife to stick it in

I wanna lift up the eyelid and kick it in

He's gotta die. I want his eye buried in my backyard

It ain't hard, I'm killin' Old Evil Eye!

[Chorus]

Evil eye, oh-oh-oh

Bitch gonna die, bitch gon' die

Die-die-diggy-die- knife in his eye

Evil eye, oh-oh-oh

[Interlude: Legz Diamond]

"Now this is the point. You fancy me mad. Madmen know nothing. But you should've seen me. You should have seen how wisely I proceeded, with what caution, with what foresight, with what dissimulation I went to work. I was never kinder to the old man than during the whole week before I killed him."

[Verse 2: Shaggy 2 Dope]

A day gone past since I heard about J

Old man I'm finna slay, 'cause I don't fuckin' play

Anyway, I gotta do him in

Got a rusty revolver, put the silver bullets in

I'm plannin' on plantin' one right to his nugget

Down my drawers with the bucket. It's time to go, fuck it

I stuck it, up to his neck when he came to the door

I really didn't know what I was in for

First a cold ass-stare, no a gaze, no a stare

Kinda like there was no one there

How weird, my body froze with the blink of his eye

Evil eye, sendin' chills up my spine

What to do? What to do? I gotta try to break

I gotta try to make, my way to the gate

Wait, I can't move, I'm stuck to the ground

W-What the fuck was that? I think I heard a sound

Turned around, there it was, starin' at my face

This little old man's eye's making me a mental case

That's when I felt the pain deep inside

Deep inside, now his eye's open wide

I want a big long knife to stick it in

I wanna lift up his eyelid and kick it in

He's gonna die. I want his eye buried in my backyard

It ain't hard, I'm killin' Old Evil Eye!

[Chorus]

Evil eye, oh-oh-oh

Bitch gonna die, bitch gon' die

Die-die-diggy-die- knife in his eye

Evil eye, oh-oh-oh

[Interlude: Legz Diamond]

"That night it ceased. The old man was dead. I placed my hand on the heart and there for many minutes there was no pulsation. He was stone dead. His eye will trouble me no longer. His eye will trouble me no longer. No longer."

[Chorus]

Bitch gonna die, bitch gon' die

Die-die-diggy-die- knife in his eye (Oh-oh-oh)

Evil eye, oh-oh-oh

Bitch gonna die, bitch gon' die

Die-die-diggy-die- knife in his eye (Oh-oh-oh)

Evil eye, oh-oh-oh

[Outro]

Bitch gonna die, bitch gon' die (How'd you get that evil eye?)

Die-die-diggy-die- knife in his eye (Oh-oh-oh)

Evil eye (How'd it get so evil?)

Oh-oh-oh (Tell me, tell me)

Bitch gonna die, bitch gon' die (How'd you get that evil eye?)

Die-die-diggy-die- knife in his eye (Oh-oh-oh)

Evil eye (How'd it get so evil?)

Oh-oh-oh (Tell me, tell me)

(How'd you get that evil eye?)

(Oh-oh-oh) Evil eye (How'd it get so evil?)

Oh-oh-oh (Tell me, tell me)

(How'd you get that evil eye?)

(Oh-oh-oh) Evil eye (How'd it get so evil?)

Oh-oh-oh (Tell me, tell me) Oh-oh-oh

[Verse 1: Violent J]

Laying in my bed, I think of many horror tales

Yet I barely move, my bed is made of nails

I try to roll off, my skin slowly tears away

My flesh is stuck to the bed as I begin my day

Walking out the house this morning, the sky is red

The streets are crowded with the bodies of the living dead

They're trying to die, they're leaping off of rooftops

Uh, they only scream in pain as their body flops

I'd rather stay inside my home and only pray to die

But my house has been on fire since like '85

I can only stand a night of the fatal smoke

But see you never die, you only burn and choke

And so I leave out the house and walk the land

Wild pigs run and feed off the dying men

And look around you, there's bodies hanging from the trees

But they're not dying, they're only crying "please"

I hear the thunder in the sky, so I run and hide

The deadly rain may soon come down, you've got to get inside

The lunatics see the lightning, they're screaming, yes

It's raining blood, the streets are a bloody mess

About once or twice a week though it thunder storms

That's when giant heavy red and black clouds form

It's raining blood, kidneys, and livers from the sky

Prepare, 'cause when you die, you're comin' to the killing fields

[Chorus: Violent J & Legz Diamond]

Come, come on down, down

"What shall the end be? What shall the end be, when that final moment comes?"

Come, come on down, down (You're comin' to the killing fields)

"When the curtains are drawn, the windows are shut, the door is closed, and you've written what you've written, you said it, that's it!"

Come, come on down, down

"What will the end be? What about it, mister, when you've had your last beer?"

Come, come on down, down

"You've laughed at your family and laughed at your little wife. She begged you not to go out to that bar."

[Verse 2: Violent J]

As I feed off a dead pig, I'm thinking back

To when I had a heartbeat and how I would act

I would steal from the poor, I'd laugh at the sick

But in the killing fields, you get your fuckin' neck ripped

So as I walk along, I meet a lot of strange folks

Some people with no eyes, and gashed-open throats

And if they notice your eyeballs are working well

They try to dig them out your skull, and go for self

Now in the summertime, it's like a whole other realm

Water becomes fire, and oceans overwhelm

To walk outside, the heat will surely cook your brains

Try to run across the street, your hair will burst to flames

Victims in a panic run from the heated light

Underneath the city, into the sewer pipes

Until the fire's gone this becomes your new land

But there's no food, so you feed off the other men

And now it's been seven months, I'm barely fed

I chase a baby billy goat with a human's head

It's steady screamin' "Let me be! Let me be!"

But while I chase it there's another demon chasing me

All of time moves backwards, I'm growing old

And still the clouds are burning fire, and so I'm told

That there's a lot of living souls such as the rich

That choose to live like a bitch, I'll see you in the killing fields

[Chorus: Violent J & Legz Diamond]

Come, come on down, down

"You've had your big time of lust and sin and filth! What is the end going to be"

Come, come on down, down (I'll see you in the killing fields)

"When you realize that time is up? You've crossed the finish line going in the wrong direction."

Come, come on down, down

"What shall the end be? What about it, young man? When you've spent your life in a few years time?"

Come, come on down, down

"You're a burned-out shell at twenty-five years of age. What shall the end be? What about it, young lady?"

[Bridge]

You could go to Hell (What shall the end be?)

You could go to Hell (What shall the end be?)

You could go to Hell (What shall the end be?)

You could go to Hell (What shall the end be?)

You could go to Hell

[Outro]

Come, come on down, down

Come, come on down, down (You're comin' to the killing fields)

Come, come on down, down

Come, come on down, down

Come, come on down, down

Come, come on down, down (You're comin' to the killing fields)

Come, come on down, down

Come, come on down, down