Halls of Illusions (feat. Slash)

Ticket, please? Thanks, walk through the doors

Into the Halls of Illusions, visit yours

And see what could've and should've and woulda been real

But you had to fuck up the whole deal

Let's take a walk down the hallway

It's a long way, it takes all day

And when we get to the end, you'll find a chair

With straps and chains, we slap you in there

Lock you down tight, so ya can't move a thread

And pull your eyelids up over your head

'Cause you're about to witness an illusionary dream

It's just too bad, it ain't what it seems

You walk in and see two kids on the floor

They're playin' Nintendo and he's got the high score

And sittin' behind them, chillin' in the chair

Is ya wife, when ya look, oh, you ain't there

It's some other man and they're hand in hand

How she looks so happy, ya don't understand

See this is an Illusion, it never came true...

All because of you!

Back to reality and what you're about

Your wife can't smile 'cause you knocked her teeth out

And she can't see straight from gettin' hit

'Cause you're a fat fuckin' drunk piece of shit!

But it's all good here, come have a beer

I'll break the top off it and shove it in ya ear

And your death comes wicked, painful, and slow

At the hands of Milenko

Great Milenko, wave your wand

Don't look now, your life is gone

This is all because of you

What you got yourself into

Great Milenko, wave your wand

Don't look now, your life is gone

This is all because of you

What you got yourself into

Look who's next, it's Mr. Clark

The dirty old man from the trailer park

You got your ticket? Thanks, take ya coat off

And later on, why not? I'll rip ya throat off

Let's take a walk down the hallway

It's a long way, it takes all day

And when ya get to the end, you'll find a chair

You see all the blood? Yeah, your boy was just here

We get all different kinda people comin' through

Richies, chickens, and bitches just like you

In the halls, everybody gets a turn

To sit and witness your illusion before ya burn

What do we have here? Oh yeah, no way

It looks like your kids and they okay

Your daughter's chillin' up at college, top grade

And your son's a fuckin' doctor, phat paid

They got families, and kids, and it's all good

They even coach Little League in their neighborhood

Is this true, have ya really seen the Holy Ghost?

Nah, bitch not even close!

Back to reality, your son's on crack

And your daughter's got nut stains on her back

And they both fuckin' smell like shit

And live in the gutter, and sell crack to each other

When they were kids you'd beat 'em and leave 'em home

And even whip 'em with the cord on the telephone

And that reminds me man, hey, you got a call...

"Watch your step to hell, it's a long fall"

Great Milenko, wave your wand

Don't look now, your life is gone

This is all because of you

What you got yourself into

Great Milenko, wave your wand

Don't look now, your life is gone

This is all because of you

What you got yourself into

Ahh, it's time to pack up and move to the next town

But we forgot Mr. Bigot, okay dig it

We can't show ya an illusion cause we're all packed

But we'll still cut your neck out, how's that?

Great Milenko, wave your wand

Don't look now, your life is gone

This is all because of you

What you got yourself into

Great Milenko, wave your wand

Don't look now, your life is gone

This is all because of you

What you got yourself into

Great Milenko, wave your wand

Don't look now, your life is gone

This is all because of you

What you got yourself into

Great Milenko, wave your wand

Don't look now, your life is gone

This is all because of you

What you got yourself into