Bowling Balls
Insane Clown Posse Lyrics

Friends don't come easily and this I know
The singer struggles to make friends and has likely been rejected multiple times.

And every time I make one they always say they gotta go
Despite making friends, they seem to always abandon the singer.

I want to talk with people and look 'em in the face
The singer desires genuine human connection and communication.

I want to take 'em home and they can stay at my place
The singer wants to create lasting relationships with people.

All the talking I could do, I would never lie to you
The singer values honesty in their communication with others.

We take a quick ride, homicide, then I confide in you
The singer seems to revel in taboo and gruesome topics, possibly in order to shock others and draw attention to themselves.

And I can love you and technically even though you're dead
The singer suggests that they could love someone even after death, possibly indicating a fixation on the idea of immortality.

You'll always be around me because I'm keeping your head
The singer has an absurd collection of human heads and suggests that they keep their loved ones close even after death.

I keep heads on shelves everywhere in my cellar
The singer's collection of human heads is extensive and possibly obsessive.

I even the melon of a dead fortune teller
The singer's collection extends beyond just their loved ones, indicating a disregard for the value of human life.

The rotted ones I keep 'em up in fat pickle jars
The singer's collection is not only morbid, but also poorly maintained and disrespected.

And the new ones we lay on the lawn and look at the stars
The singer takes a strange sense of comfort or joy in looking at their collection of human heads under the night sky.

It's illegal, I know, but so is smoking weed
The singer is aware of the illegality of their collection, but seems to justify it by comparing it to another illegal activity that is more socially accepted.

And who the fuck give a fuck when you have a need?
The singer argues that as long as they have a personal justification for their actions, the opinions of others are irrelevant.

I collect human heads fresh up off the neck
The singer's collection is not only extensive, but also specifically focuses on fresh heads as opposed to bones or other human remains.

Sometimes I put 'em in my bowling bag and bring 'em to work
The singer's obsession with their collection extends outside their home and into their public life.

Play with their hair under my desk, with my bare foot
The singer takes a disturbing pleasure in playing with their collection in a professional setting.

They're like, stuffed animals all over the bed
The singer treats their collection like toys, indicating a lack of respect for the humanity of the heads.

I need some therapy to help me deal with this shit
Despite the singer's apparent contentment with their collection, they acknowledge on some level that their obsession is unhealthy.

Dr. Wigglefarmer, I need to make a visit
The singer is seeking professional help in dealing with their obsession.

He told me heads are normal but I gotta brush their teeth
The singer's therapist seems to be trying to normalize the collection by suggesting caretaking activities such as brushing the heads' teeth.

So now I'm brushing four mouths at a time using my feet
The singer's therapist's advice is being taken to an absurd extreme by the singer.

And then Dr. Wigglefarmer asked me for a couple
The therapist seems to be taking pleasure in the collection themselves, possibly indicating their own moral ambiguity.

I'm not insane about it, it's just the world is too crowded
The singer justifies their obsession with collecting heads as a reaction to the world's overpopulation and lack of space.

And maybe I'ma do something a motherfuckin' 'bout it
The singer implies that their obsession may lead them to take violent action against those they perceive as contributing to overpopulation.