Warcloud (Holocaust) - Bats Fly In The Blue Rain | Текст песни

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[Intro: Holocaust]
Hatchet in his head, We'll roll him up in a carpet,
Carry him up the staircase, Wu-Tang, Black Knights,
Holocaust, Skeleton Low, Wu-Tang, Wu-Tang,
West Coast, The fliest shit ever, Yo, Yo,
Smash a roach in a pipe and smoke it.

[Holocaust]
A blood stained diary, Snakes in the bath tub,
Run through the meadow laughing with revolvers,
Mean man Skeleton Low, Insane,
Will scream in pain, Sometimes it does rain,
Cannon ball trees, Uzis and flamingos,
Dead men mumble, Grab me when I stumble,
Swig on whisky, Actress tried to kiss me,
Blew it from across the room, But it missed me,
Now at the Bombay chat house with pistols,
Might tip my hat, Whistling in the graveyard,
Shells on the street, Holocaust is cold,
Now known as Skeleton Low, Devils fold,
Blue socks fancy red shoe,
When it rains the flowers drip candy,
Couldn't understand me, Pistol on the dresser,
Never was lesser, Lay you on the stretcher,
Slit his wrist with the piece of a broken record,
Music from the Sun, Lonely hitch-hiker,
In the darkest corners of the city,
In the darkest corner.

[Chorus: Holocaust]
The planet gets priced for what it gives us,
A beggar taxed for a corner to die in,
The crooked priest has his fee,
Who doesn't live trust and,
We bargin for the graves that we lie in,
While at the Devil's booth all things are sold,
Each ounce of junks costs it's ounce in gold,
Knowledge to the poorest comer free and lavish this summer,
Makes myself quit shucking and jive'n.

[Holocaust]
The light in the distance, Spider crawling on marble,
Lay in an empty pool with a pistol,
Wu-Tang Official, whistle like a missile,
White House with black walls, Come correct,
Music in Iraq, Kiss you in the darkness,
Whisper to the daylight, Circus at the gravesite,
Fe-Fo-Fum, where is Francesca, A shovel fell over,
Sitting, Smoking yeska, Bloody fiesta,
Man without a name though,
One zombie went out over to touch the rainbow,
Gun in my coat, The bar just closed,
A white owl biting a rose sat froze,
Winding back roads, Swerve in a garbage truck,
Of all things I've lost, I miss my mind the most,
Big West Coast, Heavy smoke,
A well dressed skeleton slowly cuts your throat,
Emcees find themselves falling down,
Lost in the sound, Drink until you drown,
The funny old man and his wife stay on the mountain,
We guzzle wine, La-La-La-La.

[Chorus]

[Holocaust]
A hand in the darkness, Bats fly in the rain,
We play where the dead man hang, A spiked brain,
Coffee on the table, Skeletons in the walls,
Wander down the cobwebbed halls until you fall,
Deep in a coffin, Look at the wooden crates,
My pistol changes shapes, Bullet holes in your drapes,
Soap in the dirt, Plates in the lake,
The clown with the tare away face is selling cake,
Roaches in a shoebox, Mice in the guitar,
Just through the woods and over, It isn't far,
Drink up the bar, Pour bullets into a shot glass,
Stomp through the attic, Blood smeared on the window,
A purple rose from Cairo,
A match fell down the tunnel in slow motion,
Walk at the bottom of the ocean, With a notion,
A man selling pictures, Lonely on the road,
Mean mad Skeleton Low, From the cold,
When he walked through the crowd, Their heads explode,
Stand in the doorway, Came from California,
Head dressed short a few feathers, Face the music.

[Chorus 2X]

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