Halls Of Illusions Chords by Insane Clown Posse

[B] _ [E] Did you please, [D] thanks, walk through the [A#] doors, and through the [F#] halls of illusions, [D#] visit yours, [Fm] and see what could've and should've, it would've been [Bm] real, but you had to fuck up the whole deal.
Take [G] a walk down the hallway, [D] it's a long way, [G] and things are big.
[D] And when we get to the [G] end, you'll find a [D] chair with scraps and [G#] cheese, we [D] slap you with them, and we'll get you [Gm] down tight so you can't [Dm] move a thread, and pull your [G] eyelids [D] up over your head, cause you're [G#] about to [G] witness an [Dm] illusionary dream, [G] it's just too [Dm] bad, it ain't worth seeing.
You're [D] working and feeding two kids on the [C#] floor, they're playing Nintendo and he's got the high [C] score, and sitting behind the desk, chilling in the [Bm] chair, is your wife, and you look, oh, you ain't [Dm] there, it's the mother man in the head, [C#] and she looks so happy, you don't understand, [C] see, this is an illusion, it never came [Em] true, all because of [D] you.
Back to [G] reality and [F] what you're [D] about, your wife can't [G] smell, cause you [D] knocked her teeth out, and she [G] can't see [F] straight from [D] getting hit, cause you're a [G] fat fucking [D] drunk piece of shit, but it's [G] all good [F] here, come [D] have a beer, I'll break the [G] top off [D] it, and shove it in your ear, and your [G] death comes [F] wicked [D] painful and slow, at the hands of a lingo, [G] lingo [F] in your [D] eyes.
So what [G] now, you [F] heard it [D] all, this is [G] all because [F] of [D] you, what you [G] got to [F] stop and [D] do, break the [G] lingo [F] in your [D] eyes.
So what [G] now, you [F] heard it [D] all, this is [G] all [F] because of [D] you, what you [G] got to [F] stop and [D] do.
Look who's next, it's Mr.
Clark, the dirty old man from the trailer [A] park, you got your ticket, thanks, take your [Bm] coat off, and later on, why not, I'll rip your throat off.
I can't take a [G] walk down the hallway, [D] it's a long way, [G] and it's [Dm] a big_
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_ [C] _ _ _ _ [Em] _ Motherfucking doctor, [D] fat paid, they got families and kids, and it's [C#] all good, they even coach little league in the [C] neighborhood, is this true, have you really seen the [Em] holy ghost, nah bitch, not even close.
[D] Back to [G] reality, your [F] son's on [D] crack, and your [G] daughter's got [F] nuts stains on [D] her back, and they [G] both fucking [F] smell like [D] shit, and live in the [G] gutter, and [D] sell crack to each other, when they regret [G] you'd [F] beat them and leave [D] them home, and even whip [G] them with a [D] cord on the telephone, and that [G] reminds me man, [F] and you gotta [D] call.
Watch your step to hell, it's a long way, but I [G] ain't gonna [F] waive your [D] ride, _ [G]
[F] this [D] is [G] all because [F] of [D] _ _ [G] _
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[F] _ [D] _ _ [G] [F] you, [D] what you got [G] to [F] stop and do.
[C] Last time to pack up and move to the next town, but we forgot Mr.
Bigot, ok dig it, we can't show you an illusion cause we're all packed, but I'll still cut your neck off, [D] out.
I [G] ain't gonna [F] waive your [D] ride, _ [G] _
[F] [D] this is [G] all because [F] of [D] you, what you [G] got to [F] stop and [D] do.
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[F] _ [D] _ _ [Gm] _ [F] _ [D] What you got [G] to [F] stop and [D] do.
I ain't [G] gonna waive [F] your [D] ride, this [G]
[F] is [D] all [G] because [F] of [D] you, what you got [G] to [F] stop and [Dm] do.
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