Wax Museum Lyrics

Greetings 
Welcome to the gypsy of fortunes 
Your coin was very much appreciated 
And now I shall grant you your future 
It seems my cards of tarot have dealt you a very odd hand 
A hand of six jokers card, this is very rare 
And suggest something neusant is approaching 
You should be visited by a dark circus 
A circus that holds pain and anguish 
This travelling mass of evil will leave you corpse to rot 
While entrapping your soul to displayed at future stops 
Oh yes, you should also be aware that it is your own evil doings 
That have brought about this carnival's visit 
All of the sins and hatred you have cast during your life 
Have whipped and spun into form, the form of one 
One who leads this gruesome parade of pain into your life 
One sinister beast, one known only as RINGMASTER 
Welcome ladies and gentlemen to the museum, the wax museum 
Thousands of dead souls covered in wax 
All of the rare exhibits you are about to encounter 
Are strange and wonderous creations of the one and the only 
Leader of them all 
So both dead and undead please welcome the R-r-r-ringmaster 

"Purpose, question, kill" 

The ICP is of the Ringmaster 
And the Ringmaster's of the attutes of mankind 
G-ya, motherfucker, now you gotta face your worst enemy 
And that's yourself 
Every wicked thing you've ever done 
Has come back now 
And it's gonna whip your little ass, bitchboy 

Us, we're just clowns 
We just work for the Ringmaster 
With the wave of his magic wand 
I step forward, wind back 
And swing this battle axe 
Upside your motherfucking head 
Hoooo!!! 

So step right up cause the R-r-r-ringmaster 
Takes you on the ride of your life 
Horror and fear, smiles and tears 
And oh everso over do 
The Ringmaster rises up and lifts across the sky 
Through the forest and down the river 
Along the valley, over the hill 
And down the trail and up the sidewalk 
Only to surprise you and yours 
At your very front door 

Let's go, motherfuckers!!!