Gun-Low Stance

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Heavy sterling gat, rubber band wrapped to clap you

To blast out the brains of brain child that's nervous

Slap you like the Ghostman, leaving your ribs broken

Slow dance, with old fans, them chicks in the door house

Box car, boys scout, skinny ghost braid

To laugh and make laugh that stripper by supporting' the wake

[Holocaust]

To laugh and make laugh that stripper by supporting the wake..

You bet the anxious power hospital, the big villa Riddler

Fucking book binder cobbler, valour Taylor gobstopper toddler

A mirage of table laws, like an old conscience game of cards

Small marble tiles, Jim Stones playing' an olden arcade game..

Fancy, famous museums, night gallery of insanity, night time jewellery

I hit piece of glass, seven pillars, Thriller in the dark

Observatory of gory wind, the sidewalk ends

'm Tarzan in the suit at the zoo

I used to watch Pink Panther at 1 O'clock in the morning

Here's a broke neck, dope fet

eat apple stew, I stash an apple sandwich

And that fabulous leather coat is bio-hazardous Warcloud, Warcloud

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[Outro: Holocaust]

To laugh and make laugh that stripper by supportin' the wake..

Warcloud, Alcatraz Representing' for the West Coast Underground

Fuck anyone who don't like it

Phat shout out to Wu-Tang Clan

Everybody else balance your ego and self