Текст Insane Clown Posse – Angel’s Falling

I climbed up the tree in the back and got on my roof top with my 22,
It’s hot with little pops,
Started busting off shots aiming all at the sky,
I emptied out my gun busting all at the sky.

Then I went and stole a bow and arrow from my dad
To the arrows I tied gasoline soaked rags,
Climbed up with the Zippo, Lit em all of into the sky,
A trail of black smoke leading into the sky.

I bought some Chinese stars from the Kung Fu surplus,
They had em under the glass, I made the purchase,
Climbed up and I whizzed em off in the sky,
Even stood up on the chimney, whizzed em off in the sky

Then I found a double barrel with shells at Wal-Mart
I threw it next to the faygo in my shopping cart
I got home, climbed up, blew it into the sky
3:20 in the morning busting off at the sky

I got a blowgun too, a real one at that,
I dip the tips in poison, Lay up on my back

And now they piercing through the air straight up into the sky,
Its like the only thing you hear is «phew» into the sky

I bought a harpoon off the Internet and went up
And tried to shoot it, but the fucking Rip off, it got stuck.

I said fuck it, and I threw the spear up into the sky,
As fucking hard as I could, threw it into sky.

I spraying mace up there
I throw m-80s up there,
I’m shooting everything I got,

I sit and wait in my chair
Because I hate the sky above whether moon or sun
Whether rain or snow, since the pain has begun

Angels
Are falling
Angels
Are falling
Falling angels…
Come crashing down
To the floor
Wont stop
Till I get the one that
I’m lookin for…