This song was originally written by a guy called Peter Gutteridge. He was one of the founders of the "Dunedin Sound" a musical scene in the south of New Zealand in the early 80s. From there it was covered by "The Clean" one of the early bands of that scene (he had originally been a member of in it's early days, writing a couple of their best early songs). The Dunedin sound, and the Clean became popular on american college radio in the mid to late 80s. I guess Yo La Tengo heard that version.
Great version of a great song,
[Intro]:
4, 3, 2, 1!
It's alive! (What?)
The Juggalo (Oh, fuck yeah)
Two whoops, a hatchet and a microphone, biatch!
Yeah, yeah, da na na na da da!
Much clown love (check it out - x2)
Much Twiztid serial killer love (ch-ch-check it out)
Yeah! (Yeah!)
Mother facku!
Yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo!
[Verse]:
It's the Juggalo Alive in me saying ya gotta die
It's the Juggalo Alive in me telling me I can fly
It's the Juggalo Alive in me keeping me safe and unsound
Unbound up in a place we killers call the underground
It's the Juggalo Alive high-beaming the dead lights
In your eyes to have ya deepest fears be recognized
Juggalo Alive thriving on life-force
Like a face-painted vampire dressing like Dementors
Yeah, I said it, I meant it and I'm here to represent it
Shove it up in the face of those who resent it
It's the Juggalo living big on the income of a scrub
Fuck dough when you a Juggalo and basking in that clown love
It's Alive like Frankenstein's Juggalo
Romping like Crowe, bellowing "FE FEI FO!"
The first and the last thing that I let up inside of me:
The soul of a serial killing clown; "Hey, Gacey!"
It's the Juggalo Alive telling me say "Juggalo" until the haters love it
Although I'm already above it
But fuck it; "Juggalo, Juggalo, Juggalo"
With an axe for a dick; what, ya didn't know?
Bitch, what ya didn't know about the Family is every member is a killer
Every hater a casualty
I'll spit it to the day that I'm buried in underneath a Lotus pond
Running red from the blood of all y'all that took no notice of
The impact an axe and theatrics can have
On pariahs, freaks, underdogs and Darksiders
With the Midas Touch; 56 bars of gold
That can't be stolen, melt down or sold
Better fold ya hand before I fold ya back
Until ya smell shit stains and feel ya spine snap!
It's the Dark Side Poet, the product of Horrorcore
With the Juggalo Alive in me; who wants more?
Ya want more? Ya wanna die and lie in under my floors
With my first victims, neighbourhood cats and dead whores?
No sweat, but first violation via blade
'Cos I like to get personal with the tool and trade
Know what I'm saying? If ya don't it doesn't matter, ya know what I'm slaying
Flaying, playing with the skin like Carrey on Cable...
Fable starts with the part about the villain; they know me
THEY call me Dark Side; I dig if they afraid of me
I let 'em think that the bad guys are the Juggalos
What do they knew? They're fucking scared of their own shadows
Egos froze on own domes; that vanity fare
If you come from a broken home it's down-the-nose glare
Fuck you! Your daughter's fucked up!
There's nothing I can do; she already cut her wrist up!
Look it up and down and see the scar you were thinking was me
And burn it in ya retinas; once was enough for me to see
That's fucking old news; behold, a new view
Same parts but a different model; better get hip to
The fact I'm as angry as ever looking for jugulars to sever
But now it's emcees thinking that they're clever
And I'ma always be that one emcee who's got beef
"Sorry" don't cut it without an axe; ya get peaced out!
In the world of the DSP, get ready
'Cos there's a mother fucking Juggalo Alive in me!
And it ain't going anywhere, nah, it ain't going anywhere
So get used to it mother fuckers
DSP bringing the ruckus with a hatchet in hand
Ya know me, what?!
4, 3, 2, 1!
It's alive! (What?)
The Juggalo (Oh, fuck yeah)
Two whoops, a hatchet and a microphone, biatch!
Yeah, yeah, da na na na da da!
Much clown love (check it out - x2)
Much Twiztid serial killer love (ch-ch-check it out)
Yeah! (Yeah!)
Mother facku!
Yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo!
[Verse]:
It's the Juggalo Alive in me saying ya gotta die
It's the Juggalo Alive in me telling me I can fly
It's the Juggalo Alive in me keeping me safe and unsound
Unbound up in a place we killers call the underground
It's the Juggalo Alive high-beaming the dead lights
In your eyes to have ya deepest fears be recognized
Juggalo Alive thriving on life-force
Like a face-painted vampire dressing like Dementors
Yeah, I said it, I meant it and I'm here to represent it
Shove it up in the face of those who resent it
It's the Juggalo living big on the income of a scrub
Fuck dough when you a Juggalo and basking in that clown love
It's Alive like Frankenstein's Juggalo
Romping like Crowe, bellowing "FE FEI FO!"
The first and the last thing that I let up inside of me:
The soul of a serial killing clown; "Hey, Gacey!"
It's the Juggalo Alive telling me say "Juggalo" until the haters love it
Although I'm already above it
But fuck it; "Juggalo, Juggalo, Juggalo"
With an axe for a dick; what, ya didn't know?
Bitch, what ya didn't know about the Family is every member is a killer
Every hater a casualty
I'll spit it to the day that I'm buried in underneath a Lotus pond
Running red from the blood of all y'all that took no notice of
The impact an axe and theatrics can have
On pariahs, freaks, underdogs and Darksiders
With the Midas Touch; 56 bars of gold
That can't be stolen, melt down or sold
Better fold ya hand before I fold ya back
Until ya smell shit stains and feel ya spine snap!
It's the Dark Side Poet, the product of Horrorcore
With the Juggalo Alive in me; who wants more?
Ya want more? Ya wanna die and lie in under my floors
With my first victims, neighbourhood cats and dead whores?
No sweat, but first violation via blade
'Cos I like to get personal with the tool and trade
Know what I'm saying? If ya don't it doesn't matter, ya know what I'm slaying
Flaying, playing with the skin like Carrey on Cable...
Fable starts with the part about the villain; they know me
THEY call me Dark Side; I dig if they afraid of me
I let 'em think that the bad guys are the Juggalos
What do they knew? They're fucking scared of their own shadows
Egos froze on own domes; that vanity fare
If you come from a broken home it's down-the-nose glare
Fuck you! Your daughter's fucked up!
There's nothing I can do; she already cut her wrist up!
Look it up and down and see the scar you were thinking was me
And burn it in ya retinas; once was enough for me to see
That's fucking old news; behold, a new view
Same parts but a different model; better get hip to
The fact I'm as angry as ever looking for jugulars to sever
But now it's emcees thinking that they're clever
And I'ma always be that one emcee who's got beef
"Sorry" don't cut it without an axe; ya get peaced out!
In the world of the DSP, get ready
'Cos there's a mother fucking Juggalo Alive in me!
And it ain't going anywhere, nah, it ain't going anywhere
So get used to it mother fuckers
DSP bringing the ruckus with a hatchet in hand
Ya know me, what?!
Lyrics submitted by DarkSidePoet
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