Fonz Pond Chords by Insane Clown Posse

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_ Off Levy Trail, there's a pond where many a children died.
It's a place to run to and disappear, a place where some folks hide.
But they will tell you about the rumors that swell around this lake.
Some say there's something in the water, and their bets are no mistake.
The fog that rides along the top is said to carry voices.
Those of the dead who took the damage jumped in, they made bad choices.
Some have seen and others heard, and they say along the bottom
are all the bodies of the girls and boys preserved remaining half-ripe.
The water's thick with murky mud, the leaves are wet like splattered blood.
In this pond, the spirit cries, snakes and bugs replace his eyes.
Some don't believe and dare to spin, something under will pull you in.
Hidden deep in the wild brush, if you know where it is, then hush.
_ Be on stand. _
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_ _ Levy Trail, there's a pond where many a children perished.
The water is black even in the sunlight, even dark night perish.
Some believe the bodies surfaced and basked underneath the moon.
Others say they see the headless boys stumbling around the lagoon.
The loons scream all night long, sounds melodic, sings you a song.
Missing children, swampy depths, mysteries are secrets kept.
Staring owls, snakes, and frogs, leeches living off hollow logs.
Something's marching from the water, it took them missing sons and daughters.
_ It's over there. _
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It's my spot. _ _ _
It's over _ _ _ _ _ _ _
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there.
_ _ _ It's up the stroggers.
_ _ _ It's up the stroggers.
_ _ It's up the stroggers.
_ _ _ [G] _ Terrified, boar tails undulate from this one place.
Several children, young boys and girls disappeared here without a choice.
What you believe and what you've done is entirely up to you.
But if you go up there and swim alone, you'll know exactly what's true.
_ Something's dragging through the mud, mosquitoes attracted to the blood.
They say the dark depths have no bottom, some never came back up and got em.
Crazy kids come party here, it swallows more souls every year.
They jump right in and disappear, best just stay away from up there at first.
I'm still here.
Here's my spot.
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_ _ [C] It's up the stroggers.
_ _ _ _ _ _ Oh let me down. _ _ _ _ _
_ _ It's up the stroggers.
Oh let me [G] down. _ _ _ _
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This part's really long. _ _ _ _
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