I'm Coming Your Way is taken from the Malevolence EP that gone unreleased in 2006. https://twitter.com/foogz_dung Foogz - Vox, song/concept writer. Beat - unknown
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juggalo
story telling
Story behind the song
This track was done as an urban legend type theme. The quiet kid bullied into hiding and rumours spread around the school yard of his passing as a cruel twisted joke. For the kid to then hide away for years for them all to forget then come back ten years later in a revengeful premeditated murdering spree on all those who took part in the joke
Lyrics
There's a lot of rumours going round bout me found dead (yeah)
I'll just go with it, lay low and pretend
You see the joke is on them so don't think it's the end
I'll return once again another urban legend
Hooked on revenge, I've been sent from hell
To avenge my death that never happened, can't you tell
That was ten ago, I never passed on hoe
No epitaph or funeral, I'm back from the past but you don't know
Your days are fuckin' numbered, I'm back from the grave
I don't know what you did last summer, next one won't be the same
Your joke is over and played, the mood at the moment has changed
You better dig your own grave because I'm coming your way
I've been laughing to myself in a cabin
Slapping and banging my head on a cabinet
While I'm a planning on kidnapping the captain of the crew that made shit happen
Alone in a cabin in places unknown
Newspaper clippings on the wall, no phone
But I got your number, first on the roll call...
Your days are fuckin' numbered, I'm back from the grave
I don't know what you did last summer, next one won't be the same
Your joke is over and played, the mood at the moment has changed
You better dig your own grave because I'm coming your way
Your days are fuckin' numbered, I'm back from the grave
I don't know what you did last summer, next one won't be the same
Your joke is over and played, the mood at the moment has changed
You better dig your own grave because I'm coming your way
You better watch your back every single step of the way
A psychopath attack is first on the agenda, I don't play
I got a list I must slay and got no plans to go away
Until the job is done today, you're just to late to run, you'll fade over the month to grey
Alone without a gravestone
I'm cutting your throat and choking it out with a cord of a payphone
And I'll staple your brain, oh with a nine inch blade
Your bones break when I take a sledge hammer to your god damn face
And their your fate lies in the bloody hands of mine
The time was right for your demise but I won't let you slip into the night
So I revive your life
Don't close your eyes, I won't you to watch the brutal mutilation of your late wife
Increase the deceased, I don't mean it, may you rest in pieces
Increase the deceased, I don't mean it, may you rest in pieces
Your days are fuckin' numbered, I'm back from the grave
I don't know what you did last summer, next one won't be the same
Your joke is over and played, the mood at the moment has changed
You better dig your own grave because I'm coming your way
Your days are fuckin' numbered, I'm back from the grave
I don't know what you did last summer, next one won't be the same
Your joke is over and played, the mood at the moment has changed
You better dig your own grave because I'm coming your way
Your days are fuckin' numbered, I'm back from the grave
I don't know what you did last summer, next one won't be the same
Your joke is over and played, the mood at the moment has changed
You better dig your own grave because I'm coming your way
Your days are fuckin' numbered, I'm back from the grave
I don't know what you did last summer, next one won't be the same
Your joke is over and played, the mood at the moment has changed
You better dig your own grave because I'm coming your way