The Perfect Night - Insane Clown Posse

On the perfect night the graveyard is lit by a full moon

Autumn leaves and stone often treated with an old boom

Here and there the night air carries bass drops

The soundtrack is something fast running through the crops

On the perfect night fallin' stars don’t even get noticed

People throwin' holy water on they doors is scared of ghosts

On the perfect night the wind is blowin' hard enough to sway the trees

And it’s about a hundred degrees

On the perfect night the whole town shuts of its lights

And listens to the city;

screams, sirens, howls, and fights

On the perfect night everything blends in with the shadows

Moon in the sky;

rats, owls, bats, ravens, and crows

On the perfect night

Iii…(Be sure to lock up and board all your windows

And doors and don’t leave your home.

Don’t.

Don’t)

Love a perfect Night (Don't leave your home. Don’t)

Perfect night (Don't Leave your home)

On the perfect night bitches get they panties pulled off and love it

The f**kin' moon is so low you can almost touch it

Bats rule the dark skies snatchin' mosquitoes

Possums diggin' through your garbage cans for leftover Fritos

On the perfect night there’s twenty-seven clowns in a minivan

And every one of us understands how we could kill a man

On the perfect night it’s windy enough to surf clouds

Like the hawks and vultures on they pilgrimage south

Street lights that haven’t worked for years suddenly glow

Missin' children from a hundred years ago now they show

On the perfect night no reception, something’s in the air

Maybe you can see it or ya can’t but it’s clearly there

On the perfect night

Fortune tellers and psychics have nosebleeds all night

'cause they’re flooded with the energies attackin' 'em bright

A headless man on a ten speed in the middle of the road

He’s swervin' a little but still peddlin' home

On the perfect night dead people get to sleep in

'cause when they wake up on a night like this its where to begin

The ringmaster’s wagons can travel far and undisturbed

'Cept they show up in the dark for the town they about to serve

The dark is perfectly upon us like a million piranhas

Swallow you whole like little dicks in big vaginas

On the perfect night you can bet that nobody’s sleepin'

The darkness outside is thick and heavy got your walls creakin'