[Intro: Warcloud] Lucky charms... When it rains the flowers drip candy To attack and spit ground... [Chorus x2: Warcloud] Hot apple pie, a scoop of vanilla ice cream Shavings of white and dark chocolate melted over Crushed up almonds and peanuts, taste Niagara grapes, the highest in mental states [Warcloud:] A mosquito in the book store, dastardly tales of torment Street corner minds and bad medicine vendors Try to overthrow you, take the celestial railroad Vitamins and intense oil, moist in poetry Deep depths of gun, that's a falling of sparrows Music from the sun, a simple art of war Trouble is my business, vital summer observer Evil is the victim, merchant prince of burglars Who struck each down, snatchin' ya fake veils Got parrots wit pterodactyl wings and snake tails They whistle when I feed them, demons fingers and toes Fair well my lovely, blood-curdling scenery Chateau, Braille, Capon, an allure Alcazar, on the balcony, dunkin' donuts in Java Last my horizon, never sound retreat The lost regiment, rise of the walking dead Battle flag tattered in stain, call us windigos Sasquatch, Yeti, battalion with one head All devils fled, of man, they were a replica Indians and cowboys, cops and robbers, America Long good-bye, I'm headed towards Arabia Persian in states, and pyramids made of ice Milk not, gather no sand, mighty architect Creator of all, and rest within the universe Soon to burst, acid, rocks, flesh and silver Never speak in questions, the scriptures of a building [Chorus x2] [Warcloud:] Astronaut candy, space caramel, jelly beans Gyms from around the world, sparkle Knights Blue socks, fancy red shoes, shiny bottle caps Toy chest, green and white blocks, triangle buttons Baseball gloves, a book of picture riddles I swing on moonshine, and a big city with fiddle Little do they know, it'll be sunset for those Telephone poles, dirty pistols and foes Gun 'em down, that rough magic, sugar time Briefcase man, sand castles and bowling pins Barrels full of cherries, grapes and rusty nails Steel corn chips, Spanish peanuts and dusty rail Headin' down stone steps towards the old attic Architect static, Pacific to the Atlantic Arctic, Indian Ocean, black sand Toe prints, gray sea shells, French vanilla Seven horses, seven arrows, seven scalps Over night delivery, sailin' the seven seas Seven corks in champagne bottles, sit in the breeze A bust off of which, smoke stacks and trees Money comes from paper, smoke comes from burnin' it Smoke stacks are made from metal found in the ground Same as the buzz-saw, paper comes from wood Any answer to the question's, no good, that is the hood No friendly neighbor, set plants in animals Cain before Abel is cannibal, understandable [Chorus x3] [Outro: Warcloud] Jill got her feet cut off while she slept Eighty eight black birds on a telephone wire One peacock at the top That was the house that Jack built