The killing fields

[Violent J] Laying in my bed, I think of many horror tales Yet I barely move, my bed is made of nails I try to roll, my skin slowly tears away My flesh is stuck to my bed as I begin my day Walking out the house, this morning, the sky is red The streets are crowded with the bodies of the living dead They're trying to die, they're leaping off of roof tops Uh, they only scream in pain as their body flops I'd rather stay inside my home and only pray to die But my house is been on fire since like '85 I can only stand a night of the fatal smoke But see you never die, you only burn and choke So I leave out the house and walk the land Wild pigs run and feed off the dying man And look around you, there's bodies hanging from the trees But they're not dying, they're only crying "please" I hear the thunder in the sky, so I run in hide The deadly rain may soon come down, you got to get inside The lunatics see the lightning, they're screaming, yes It's raining blood, the streets are a bloody mess About once or twice a week though it thunder storms That's when giant heavy red and black clouds form It's raining blood, livers, and kidneys from the sky Prepare cuz when you die, you're coming to the killing fields "What shall that be? What shall that be? When that fine moment comes. When the curtains are drawn, the windows are shut, the doors close, and you've written what you've written, you said it, that's it. What will you look to be? What about it, mister, when you've had your last beer. You laughed at family and laughed at your little wife. She begged you not to go out to that bar."