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Insane Clown Posse

The Monster

 

The Monster

(album: The Marvelous Missing Link: The Outtakes - 2015)


Yeah, thinking back
A reminisce song (r-r-r-reminisce)
Yeah, I remember everything about my childhood (ch-ch-childhood)
Everything

We was playing in the backyard [?]
Sleeping bags, sliding down the stairs
Setting up army men all day
Then argue as soon as we start to play
Out in the street, playing 500
Fat-ass bush, just dive on it
Pounce on a fence, hop on the garage
'Cause right now, we the ones in charge
D-Digging through the cupboards, Saltines
Some canned food, but all beans
Water balloons, snowballs in the winter
All up in whatever say "do not enter"
But some nights, all the fun went dead
Mom worked late, and he's home instead
In our house, there's no safety zone
W-w-w-when the monster's home

Cruelty, Humility (Fuck, why?)
The kind of punishment that never goes away
W-w-w-when the monster's home
Brutality, Humility (Fuck! Fuck!)
The kind of punishment that never goes away
W-w-w-when the monster's home

The sun always came up again, birds chirping
Kids outside, water guns squirting
Fuck it! Ha ha! I'm laughing again
Tuck that shit deep down within
Freeze tag, my brother's the fastest
Any time we ran, he would blow right past us
We never had money for the ice cream man
(But sometimes wound up with some in hand)
Three Stooges marathons all night
When my mom was home, everything was tight
But she worked a double shift most cases
And left us out late with happy faces (happy faces-)
Ninja night tag, we're having a ball
Up in the trees or scaling a wall
Till we hear our names called out through the devil's drone
[*lion growl*]
The monster's home

Cruelty, Humility (Fuck, fuck)
The kind of punishment that never goes away
W-w-w-when the monster's home
Brutality, Humility (Oh shit! Fuck!)
The kind of punishment that never goes away
W-w-w-when the monster's home

It's supposed to be fun, being a child
Carefree days, and nights go wild
Imagination limitless
Too young for corruption, innocence (innocence)
Running, playing, jumping, screaming
One headlight, here come the demon
Mom's at work. Fuck, we're all alone! [*lion growl*]
And the monster's home [*laughter*]

Cruelty (Fuck! Fuck!) Humility (Oh shit! Fuck!)
The kind of punishment that never goes away
W-w-w-when the monster's home
Brutality (Brutality!) Humility (Humility!)
The kind of punishment that never goes away (Never goes away!)
W-w-w-when the monster's home
(Demon, demon, demon demon)
Brutality (Brutality!) Humility (Humility!)
The kind of punishment that never goes away (Never goes away!)
Brutality (Brutality!) Humility (Humility!)
The kind of punishment that never goes away (Never goes away!)

done

Did you add all the unfamiliar words from this song?