We hold the hatchet
As we stand tall
Together we're strong
We'll never fall
We follow the Six Jokers Cards
To find our Shangri-La
Where we will have peace
And rule the law
We must live through the Carnival of Carnage
And try to make few sins on this earth
So we can live in Clown Love
And have a golden rebirth
We only have our time here
To change the bad to good
We need to make the best of our time
Just like we should
For some poor souls
Who go to Hell below
Their fate lives with the Ringmaster
What will happen, only he will know
From the Dark Circus
Comes his form
So full of evil
Like a rage filled storm
One thing about us, our souls will never die
But they will find the Riddle Box
Our souls will turn the crank
As fate slowly knocks
Golden light may shine
For those accepted above by the Lord
But for those of evil
A Grey fog shall bring them to Hell's hoard
Also inside ourselves
Lies the thought of greed
The magician the Great Milenko
Brings this need
The good souls shall see
Right through him
But the evil one's won't
The necromancy will pull them in
Inside our souls and conscience lies
The Amazing Jeckel Brothers
Juggling our sins
And many other's
Jack "The Sinister"
Jake "The Just"
Outweighing our sins
For someone must
If one sin is dropped
In their juggling act
There will be no access to Shangri-La
But only the path to Hell with no way back
Once our bodies lose life
And our soul needs a guide
The Wraith will descend
And help those who have died
He takes us on our path
Either to Hell or Shangri-La
Helps us through everything
Seen or yet to be saw
To all my Juggalo's and Juggalette's
I hope to see you in the Shangri-La of Clown Love
I hope to see your smiles
When we will hopefully meet above
As we stand tall
Together we're strong
We'll never fall
We follow the Six Jokers Cards
To find our Shangri-La
Where we will have peace
And rule the law
We must live through the Carnival of Carnage
And try to make few sins on this earth
So we can live in Clown Love
And have a golden rebirth
We only have our time here
To change the bad to good
We need to make the best of our time
Just like we should
For some poor souls
Who go to Hell below
Their fate lives with the Ringmaster
What will happen, only he will know
From the Dark Circus
Comes his form
So full of evil
Like a rage filled storm
One thing about us, our souls will never die
But they will find the Riddle Box
Our souls will turn the crank
As fate slowly knocks
Golden light may shine
For those accepted above by the Lord
But for those of evil
A Grey fog shall bring them to Hell's hoard
Also inside ourselves
Lies the thought of greed
The magician the Great Milenko
Brings this need
The good souls shall see
Right through him
But the evil one's won't
The necromancy will pull them in
Inside our souls and conscience lies
The Amazing Jeckel Brothers
Juggling our sins
And many other's
Jack "The Sinister"
Jake "The Just"
Outweighing our sins
For someone must
If one sin is dropped
In their juggling act
There will be no access to Shangri-La
But only the path to Hell with no way back
Once our bodies lose life
And our soul needs a guide
The Wraith will descend
And help those who have died
He takes us on our path
Either to Hell or Shangri-La
Helps us through everything
Seen or yet to be saw
To all my Juggalo's and Juggalette's
I hope to see you in the Shangri-La of Clown Love
I hope to see your smiles
When we will hopefully meet above
I once was here but now im not.
I went somewhere to smoke some pot.
I leave this note to prove a point.
Life's a bitch without a joint.
I went somewhere to smoke some pot.
I leave this note to prove a point.
Life's a bitch without a joint.
