Warcloud - America | Текст песни

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The maid was in the garden hanging 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
Some sixth graders suspect their principal is a murderer
A man investigates the death of his twin brother
Three kids search for their missing parents in cover
A nightclub owner schemes against mobsters
Four congressmen turn out to be impostors
Five teens try to track down a 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 brawl sends a law student to the hospital
A little girl found a fly inside her Popsicle
Two bored Indians become bank robbers
A cop searching for the killers of his father
A rapper's lifestyle of sex, drugs and booze
A highway man swindles the trucker's brew
A bum looks 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 opponent
'The Outside Man' fought another man in the rain
A business woman had to sue 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
romancing a jackpot
He killed his wife and drove to Vegas with her head in a hatbox

One candy apple, two white chocolates, three blueberries

(Holocaust)
She had rings on her fingers and bells on her toes
She who heard music wherever she goes
Seven ladybugs on a honeydew, for crummy you
Mr. Grimes screams from candy house with a gummy roof:
I've got a Tommy Gun that shoots eggs, and I'll put it down
Pop you in the shoulder with a large revolver and laugh
Warcloud's warpath is a conk to who ever last
Like tea cakes and crumpets, shiny, bright, turquoise trumpets
Gold in the compass, piloting an airship
One sea of clouds, I 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

(Holocaust)
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'd ask her to remove it, she'd always have an excuse
One stormy night while we were in bed
I snatched the ribbon off and off rolled her head
I laughed myself to sleep, the room spun around like a record

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