Bowling Balls - Insane Clown Posse

Friends don’t come easily and this I know

And every time I make one they always say they gotta go

I wanna talk with people and look 'em in the face

I wanna take 'em home and they can stay at my place

All the talking I could do, I would never lie to you

We take a quick ride, homicide, then I confide in you

And I can love you and technically even though you’re dead

You’ll always be around me because I’m keeping your head

I keep heads on shelves everywhere in my cellar

I even the melon of a dead fortune teller

The rotted ones I keep 'em up in fat pickle jars

And the new ones we lay on the lawn and look at the stars

It’s illegal, I know, but so is smoking weed

And who the fuck give a fuck when you have a need?

I collect human heads fresh up off the neck

Face, lips, hair, nose, ears, gimme dat

Faces people know more than names

The hair is there and all the brains

Your head would mean so much to me.

Your head would mean so much to me.

(I won’t dis you, you wanna wear a hat? what?

How you want your eyelids, open or shut?)

Your head would mean so much to me.

Your head would mean so much to me.

Sometimes I put 'em in my bowling bag and bring 'em to work

Play with their hair under my desk, with my bare foot

They’re like, stuffed animals all over the bed

Human heads: Pam, Jennifer, Hubert and Ted

I even put one in the shower water comes out the mouth

I kick a few around the yard when I feel like going out

I blow air in the mouth piece and duct tape it shut

Bring 'em in the pool, and the heads will float up

I’m not a sicko, yo, though I’ve had girlfriends

I even put their makeup on and take 'em for a spin

I’m ain’t a murderer like that, not really

Only every Halloween the house do look kind of silly

You know the homeless people that be botherin' you for change?

Almost all of my collection, from them is where they came

I’m not insane about it, it’s just the world is too crowded

And maybe I’ma do something a motherfuckin' 'bout it

I need some therapy to help me deal with this shit

Dr. Wigglefarmer, I need to make a visit

He told me heads are normal but I gotta brush their teeth

So now I’m brushing four mouths at a time using my feet

He also told me to keep them from the dog

But I already knew that, she chew their faces off

And then Dr. Wigglefarmer asked me for a couple

I went into my bag and gave him two like «no trouble»

Now I got some therapy I’m feeling much better

I’m happy forever, me and my cranium’s together

They all over the house and they roll around the floor

And if it’s got an afro, I use it for a pillow

I’m ill though, I never should’ve worried anyway

I shoot head hoops and don’t care what people say

You can ask Dr. Wigglefarmer for yourself

He’s the 3rd head down, top row, 3rd shelf