Lyrics:
The Loons

finna do Creeping through the backyards, underneath the moon Only three blocks away, the joker looney toon Listen to the loon, listen to the pain Listen

She wants to glide in a parachute Paper-thin She feels so large up there Looking down at them Oh, fire up the forgiving You, are you dead or living?

There she goes again Off to ride the carousel Off to gather kind words and compliments In a very short dress In a very short dress Leftovers and lovers

Women whisper by the window Watching the open sea Are they waiting there for someone? Are they waiting there for me? Don?t you worry, you're pretty little

She wants to go where the tide is low And she wants to skip rocks And play shadow games all day long She wants to see the monkey do the tricks And she

Should I have a heart of stone? Should I wear a face of glass? If the love that I feel is torture Then these thoughts of you should never last In a

Cracked faces with cracked smiles Cracked pavement, speaking in tongues Hungry for rain Trying to escape The blue light of an earring You wouldn?t believe

foot and scrape my butcher knife I can hear the owl as it trims a wicked tune You can hear the loons, the loons, the loons [Violent J] Listen to the

Translation: Insane Clown Posse. The Loons.