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[Intro: Warcloud *in old story-telling voice*]
Welcome to Smuggling Booze in the Graveyard
While the little boy had a toy pistol and cotton for a beard
While the little girl cut clothes for her doll out of cloth scrap
And the old woman collected buttons, bows and buckles
Which she kept in bottles
And the old man has lost something
He looks through his pockets, in his hat
Even in the shades of the people walking the shores
[Warcloud]
..and sidewinders
Unique and authentic, simple but mesmurizing
My oceanic portioned ideas will dent your 'prising
Penmanship caligraphy, dash while feds arriving
Colliding, the gastly arithmatic settles slugs
A large stiff feather, write epics in devil's blood
Shovels dug three-sixty feet deep, mining for diamonds
Effortlessly shining, outlandish power refinement
Spotlight on top of grandfather clock, erase the decorative
Thirty-fourth consecutive, paneolithic perfectionist
[Chorus 2X: Warcloud]
One standard lesson, my weapon concealed in books
Add my work to a binder, hoard novels and childrens books
Paperback or hard-cover, rock candy and peppermint
Green or purple grapes while blastin shots through ya residence
[Warcloud]
Disciplined apocalypse status, architect tonic
Thoughts monopololistic, ironic, multisymbolic
Sonic verbal illustrations of foreign words and phrases
Literary journals, papyrus, climatic pages
Obviously astonish, neurotic from pleasant tear gas
Syllables of clean glass shit upon engineer mass
Switcher like career like past eons, bow and broke knees
Authority of the Jaws, we crush the plants and blow trees
Vivid flourescent soaked leaves, eloquent neon smoke screens
Deciduous anonymous columnist, how I wrote these
Explanatory notes prescribed, sublime ya costumes
We'll bury you under a lighthouse readin while in the watch room
Vintage typewriter with coffee mug full of fire lance
Incalulatable, aquires amp clocked, my pliers clamped
Time dismantle the tangle of broken wires
Monumental captain, you dangle in open fires
High truth is chokin liers, willful and permanent crippling
You die invertabraes and I skillfully exterminate siblings
Left elements of style clean out with gleaming horns
Type to mis-shape in chaos, the well-seeming forms
Being born, purple scorpion creep across sandy land
Candy grams cuz I stay off the hook like Candyman
[Chorus 2X]
[Warcloud]
Ear wax melts, reduction of hidden works
Out the darkness, hidden first, pocket watchers, forbidden dirt
Mission words cuz I'll knowledge victorial directions and signs
over international soups and extensive selections of wine
Fryin ox blood, data town red, transcend desire
and obliterate any town with more nuclear force than required
Out the ashes of war, sprang elegance, phantom like
The synchronized sliver, organtically gracken like
Archa-type, architect mind, pronounced thinker
Last eminent composer, theatric surround speaker
Reclused steek, immeasureably deep, white liquid marble
Fiji water, swingin gargle, conspiring to hit your cargo
Metacarpals pop orchestras, violentally scribble novels
Coreographically garvel, the phonograph record wobbles
Pastachios and cashews, mastering can be dificult
Move counterset tripicule, falter nowhere is typical
Aquatic plants, architect starving as green sharks
Granted rare stamp collections and marvelous theme parks
The award winning pen, you fumble hustles and scams
Rusty tug boats, trains, foghorns, muscles and clams
Whistle through ya speaker, elections for neighborhoods out in Siegal
Colision course inscription, the end of all that is evil
[Chorus 3X]
[Outro: Warcloud]
Now run along to Hell..
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