The Creepshow

Folkslave

Compositor: Johnny Blaze; Folkslave

Welcome, motherfuckers, to the carnival of pain
Where your ticket to enter is your fucking remains
The clowns are smiling, with teeth made of steel, they'll rip you apart, it's a goddamn meal

Spinning on the carousel of insanity, once you're in, no one leaves-no fucking guarantee
You walk in laughing, but you'll crawl out crying, or maybe not at all-just a pile of shit, dying

This is the show, the goddamn creepshow
Your flesh is weak, and now the beasts will blow
In the cannibal circus, you're the fucking snack, you'll leave this place as shit, no chance
Of coming back!

The freaks in the ring, they're hungry as hell
Ripping out your guts while they laugh and yell
The snake-woman spits venom straight to your face
While the beast-man tears your heart without a fucking trace

This is the show, the goddamn creepshow
Your flesh is weak, and now the beasts will blow
In the cannibal circus, you're the fucking snack, you'll leave this place as shit, no chance
Of coming back!

Sit the fuck down, enjoy the ride, your screams are the music, your pain is our pride
Smell the rot? Yeah, that's you in the air, tomorrow you'll be fertilizer, and nobody will care!

This is the show, the goddamn creepshow
Tour flesh is weak, and now the beasts will blow
In the cannibal circus, you're the fucking snack, you'll leave this place as shit, no chance
Of coming back!