The Killing Fields Lyrics

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." 

As I feed off a dead pig, I'm thinking back 
To when I had a heart beat, and how I would act 
I would steal from the poor, I'd laugh at the sick 
But in the killing fields, you get your fucking neck ripped 
So as I walk along, I meet a lot of strange folks 
Some people with no eyes, and gashed open throats 
And if they notice your eyeballs are working well 
They try to dig em out your skull, and go for self 
Now in the summertime, it's like a whole 'nother realm 
Water victims, fire, and oceans overwhelm 
To walk outside, the heat will surely cook your brains 
Try to run across the street your hair will burst in flames 
Victims in a panic run from the heated light 
Underneath the city, into the sewer pipes 
Into the fire storm this becomes your new land 
But there's no food, so you feed off the other men 
And now it's been seven months, I'm barely fed 
I chase a Billy Billy goat with a human's head 
He's steady screaming "Let me be! Let me be!" 
But while I chase him there's another demon chasing me 
All of time moves backwards, I'm growing old 
And the clouds are burning fire, and so I'm told 
That there's a lot of living souls such as the rich 
That choose to live like a bitch, I'll see you in the Killing Fields 

"You've had your big time of lust and sin and filth. What is 
the end going to be when you realize that time is up? You've 
crossed the finish line going in the wrong direction. What 
shall it be? What about it, ya man? When you spent your life 
in a few years time? You're burned out shell at 25 years of 
age. What shall it be? What about it? 

You could go to hell (what shall it be?) 

Come, come on down, down (you're going to the killing fields)