I give it all that I got, man,
Ten thousand people animated,
A King's tribute to the King,
Each year a new one acclimated.
We all sing,
Of blood guts,
And gore glory,
A shot heard in a mad world,
Lives to tell no story.
Some may refuse,
To partake in such behavior,
Though I've never had inept beliefs,
In a killer clown,
Or a savior.
Half Scorpion or not,
We all enjoy with loaded clips,
I will embrace all of my errors,
Let the Madness in,
And then let my mind slip.