"Wax Museum" lyrics
Greetings
Welcome to the gypsy of fortunes
Your coin was very much appreciated
And now I shall grant you your future
It seems my cards of tarot have dealt you a very odd hand
A hand of six jokers cards, this is very rare
And suggests something most hideous is approaching you
You should be visited by a dark circus
A circus of horror, pain and anguish
This traveling mass of evil will leave your lifeless corpse to rot
While entrapping your soul to be displayed at future stops
Oh yes, you must also be aware that it is your own evil doings
Which have brought about this dreaded carnival's visit
All of the sins and hatred you have cast during your life
Have whipped and spun into form, the form of one
One who leads this gruesome parade of pain into your life
One sinister beast, one known only as... Ringmaster!
Welcome ladies and gentlemen to the museum, the wax museum
Thousands of dead souls covered in wax
All of the rare exhibits you are about to encounter
Are the strange and wondrous creations of the one and the only
Leader of them all
So both dead and undead please welcome the Ringmaster!
"Purpose was to kill"
The ICP is of the Ringmaster
And the Ringmaster is of the actions of mankind
Yeah, motherfucker! Now you gotta face your worst enemy
And that's yourself (Bitch!)
Every wicked thing you've ever done
Has come back now
And it's gonna whip your little ass, bitch boy!
(Yeah, motherfucker!)
Oh us? We're just clowns
We just work for the Ringmaster (Clowns man!)
With the wave of his magic wand
I step forward, wind back
And swing this battle axe
Upside your motherfucking head
Ho!
It feels like someone's ripping my brain apart
So step right up as the Ringmaster
Takes you on the ride of your life
Horror and fear, smiles and tears
And oh ever so overdue
The Ringmaster rises up and lifts across the sky
Through the forest and down the river
Along the valley, over the hill
And down the trail and up the sidewalk
Only to surprise you and yours
At your very front door
Strange, strange that I have thoughts like this so different from the other ones that I see, the ones that scream in agony, strange to know how I felt, but not so strange
Let's go, motherfuckers!
Welcome to the gypsy of fortunes
Your coin was very much appreciated
And now I shall grant you your future
It seems my cards of tarot have dealt you a very odd hand
A hand of six jokers cards, this is very rare
And suggests something most hideous is approaching you
You should be visited by a dark circus
A circus of horror, pain and anguish
This traveling mass of evil will leave your lifeless corpse to rot
While entrapping your soul to be displayed at future stops
Oh yes, you must also be aware that it is your own evil doings
Which have brought about this dreaded carnival's visit
All of the sins and hatred you have cast during your life
Have whipped and spun into form, the form of one
One who leads this gruesome parade of pain into your life
One sinister beast, one known only as... Ringmaster!
Welcome ladies and gentlemen to the museum, the wax museum
Thousands of dead souls covered in wax
All of the rare exhibits you are about to encounter
Are the strange and wondrous creations of the one and the only
Leader of them all
So both dead and undead please welcome the Ringmaster!
"Purpose was to kill"
The ICP is of the Ringmaster
And the Ringmaster is of the actions of mankind
Yeah, motherfucker! Now you gotta face your worst enemy
And that's yourself (Bitch!)
Every wicked thing you've ever done
Has come back now
And it's gonna whip your little ass, bitch boy!
(Yeah, motherfucker!)
Oh us? We're just clowns
We just work for the Ringmaster (Clowns man!)
With the wave of his magic wand
I step forward, wind back
And swing this battle axe
Upside your motherfucking head
Ho!
It feels like someone's ripping my brain apart
So step right up as the Ringmaster
Takes you on the ride of your life
Horror and fear, smiles and tears
And oh ever so overdue
The Ringmaster rises up and lifts across the sky
Through the forest and down the river
Along the valley, over the hill
And down the trail and up the sidewalk
Only to surprise you and yours
At your very front door
Strange, strange that I have thoughts like this so different from the other ones that I see, the ones that scream in agony, strange to know how I felt, but not so strange
Let's go, motherfuckers!
Writer(s): Joseph Bruce
