Warcloud

Warcloud - America lyrics

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[Warcloud:]

The maid was in the garden, hangin' out the clothes

While I crept up and shot her dead in the nose

Message in a bottle, violent as our records spin

One stranded couple terrorized by backwoods men

A young man home from reform school, now a burglar

Since sixth graders suspect their principal is a murderer

A man investigates the death of his twin brother

Three kids search for their missin' parents and cover

A nightclub owner, schemes against mobsters

Four congressmen turn out to be impostors

Five teens try to track down the jewel thief

One little boy, knocked out another's teeth

Successful script writer becomes a heroin addict

A surgeon and his ex-wife slaughtered by a mechanic

A barroom boss and they lost, threw it to the hospital

A little girl found a fly inside a popsicle

Two bored Indians become bank robbers

A cop searchin' for the killers of his father

A rapper's lifestyle of sex, drugs and booze

A highway man, swindles a drunker's booth

A homeless in a dumpster, and finds a new pair of shoes

An injured jazz musician, dead on the news

A housewife entangled in lies and domestic abuse

A dirty politician tries to rub out his opponents

The outside man fought another man in the rain

A business woman had to smooth for the correct spelling of her name

A skinhead who lead a fierce biker gang

Involved in white slavery and Mr. Avery was never neighborly, romancin', a jackpot

He killed his wife and drove to Vegas wit her head in a hat box



[Chorus x4: Warcloud]

One candy apple, two white chocolates, three blueberries



[Warcloud:]

She had rings on her fingers and bells on her toes

She would have music wherever she goes

Seven ladybugs on a honeydew, for crummy you

Mystic rhymes straight from candy house wit a gummy roof

I got a Tommy gun that shoots eggs, and I'll put it down

Pop you on the shoulder wit a large revolver and laugh

Warcloud's warpath is a conquer that ever last

Like tea cakes and crumpets, shiny, right turk gold trumpets

Gold's in the compass, pilotin' and airship

One sea of clouds, they drop an axe on you now

Shadow on the barn wall, float a newspaper boat

Juice bars and fudge sticks, roller coasters and ferris wheels



[Chorus x4]



[Warcloud:]

There was a young lady, my wife, who disrespect

And the first day I met her she had a ribbon around her neck

And she wore that ribbon for years and hear the flutes

When I asked her to remove it, she'd always have excuse

One stormy night, while we were in bed

I snatched the ribbon off and off rolled her head

I laughed my self to sleep, the room spun around like a record



[Chorus x4]
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Language: English

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