Lyricsgig.




The Dead Man And His Stepson Lyrics

by Warcloud

[Intro: Warcloud]
Holocaust was hit by a meteorite
He is now to be addressed as Warcloud

[Chorus 1: Warcloud]
"Eighty shots to the mouth and the brain, shouting my name" -> Warcloud
Warcloud
"Eighty shots to the mouth and the brain, shouting my name" -> Warcloud
Warcloud
"Eighty shots to the mouth and the brain, shouting my name" -> Warcloud
"Eighty shots to the mouth and the brain, shouting my name" -> Warcloud

[Warcloud]
The Red Sox traded Babe Ruth to the Yankees
An ant swimming in orange juice, I'm loose
Diabolical, the skeleton makes green
Bio-freak out of cell eighteen escape clean
An old jagged fence where you hang your clothes to dry
Shake the apple tree where the burial grounds fly
Never un-clever, smoke goes up the chimney
Keep a clenched fist for funny niggas that envy
Flick my cigarette in the dirt after I curse
Stagger through the street's the worse from the hearse
Three revolvers, a strike down at the steel mill
Soon comes today spread out because I will kill
Paint the cover red, my thoughts from above the sky
Follow the shadow of a butterfly while others die
Grandfather song skipped to my loo
The all station man, sick like the flu
Guns are his favourite, meet Skeleton Lowe
Wind in the trees, MC's corrode
The diabolical Warcloud strikes again
Once known as Holocaust who slaughtered men

[Chorus 2: Warcloud]
"Chump-chump-ass niggas eyeing me temp me
I'll break it down simply I'm horrifyingly empty" -> Warcloud
Warcloud
"Chump-chump-ass niggas eyeing me temp me
I'll break it down simply I'm horrifyingly empty" -> Warcloud
Warcloud
"Chump-chump-ass niggas eyeing me temp me
I'll break it down simply I'm horrifyingly empty" -> Warcloud

[Warcloud]
There's Dead Man's lab out on the breeze
Cat at the window, swarm of Killa Beez
Wait 'til the daylight, man dressed in brown
Killed every MC who spoke in town
Tall people, short people, thin people, fat
Danced with the monster wearing a hat
Straight people, crooked people all fall down
I stepped over them and littered the ground
Old Warcloud, heavenly diabolical
Catch me if you can facing a verbal obstacle
Court is adjourned, shake hands with Mr. Thorn
Murdered for the Lindbergh baby was born
Chaos in the ballroom, sprinkling apple seeds
The hanged man's rope twirls in the night
When you standing by lightning run in, go and get your tight friend
Your rhymes like the constitution, written in water
Warcloud slaughtered, save the sons and daughters
Break off your arm and stir my rap stew
The ghost drums bang inside the haunted village
You stuck like an Arctic bird in oil spillage
A shoe in the rain, for veins I got change
Strike so quickly that your brain has no time to register pain

[Chorus 2]

[Warcloud]
Maniacal intentions, strike a lonely match
Your rhyme's like chicken scratch, the plot hatch
Silence in the gardens, silence on the hill
Shadows creep across land in blood spill
Skill from the darkest regions of the earth
And I hold that saying best
The world is full of drowsy things and Dead Men playing chess
Up goes my umbrella then I leap
Warcloud smokes his pipe, sips his tea
Alcatraz grimy storybook, my lingo
Beat you like Ringo in a tree of jingle
Rain just hasn't been seen, flowers thirst
MC's heads all burst, a rugged church
Just down a lake, pictures in the windows
Pistol, pistol, pistol in the dirt
Money truck in the river, the Pisces
Slashing like Nikes, sipping Korean icies
Phantom in the typewriter, sack of wooden nickels
Guns drawn on the culprit Pickles
Colonel in the high tower shaving with a clever
Dynamite sticks, a glitch in your receiver
Moth in the closet, stand in the clearing field
Leave MCs slumped, biting into the steering wheel

[Chorus 2]

[Chorus 1]




  • Quote Artist


Paul Hardcastle
In 1965 Vietnam seemed like just another foreign war but it wasn't
It was different in many ways, as so were tose that did the fighting
In World War II the average age of the combat soldier was 26
In Vietnam he was 19
In-in-in Vietnam he was 19

The shooting and fighting of the past two weeks continued today
25 miles west of Saigon
I really wasn't sure what was going on

Ni-ni-ni 19, 19, ni-19 19
19, 19, 19, 19

In Vietnam the combat soldier typically served
A twelve month tour of duty
But was exposed to hostile fire almost everyday
Ni-ni-ni 19, Ni-ni-ni 19

Hundreds of thousands of men who saw heavy combat
In Vietnam were arrested since discharge
Their arrest rate is almost twice that of non-veterans of the same age
There are no accurate figures of how many of these men
Have been incarcerated

But a Veterans Administration study
Concludes that the greater of vets
Exposure to combat could more likely affect his chances
Of being arrested or convicted

This is one legacy of the Vietnam War

All those who remember the war
They won't forget what they've seen
Destruction of men in their prime
Whose average was 19

De-de-destruction
De-de-destruction
War, war

De-de-destruction, wa, wa, war, wa, war, war
De-de-destruction
War, war

After World War II the men came home together on troop ships
But the Vietnam vet often arrived home within 48 hours of jungle combat
Perhaps the most dramatic difference between
World War II and Vietnam was coming home
None of them received a hero's welcome

None of them received a heroes welcome, none of them, none of them
Ne-ne-ne, ne-ne-ne, none of them, none of them, none of them
None of them received a hero's welcome
None of them received a hero's welcome

According to a Veteran's Administration study
Half of the Vietnam combat veterans suffered from what
Psychiatrists call
Post-Traumatic-Stress-Disorder

Many vets complain of alienation, rage or guilt
Some succumb to suicidal thoughts
Eight to ten years after coming home
Almost eight hundred thousand men are still fighting the Vietnam War

De-de-destruction
Ni-ni-ni 19, 19, ni19 19
19, 19, 19, 19
Ni-ni-ni 19, 19, ni-19 19
19, 19, 19, 19

When we came back it was different, everybody wants to know
"How'd it happened to those guys over there?
There's gotta be something wrong somewhere
We did what we had to do

There's gotta be something wrong somewhere
People wanted us to be ashamed of what it made us
Dad had no idea what he went to fight and he is now
All we want to do is come home

All we want to do is come home
What did we do it for?
All we want to do is come home
Was it worth it
Cristina Vee
I've done everything I canAll the people that I see I will never understandIf I find a way to change, if I step into the lightThen I'll never be the same, and it all will fade to whiteEver on and on I continue circlingWith nothing but my hate in a carousel of agony
Cristina Vee
I've done everything I canAll the people that I see I will never understandIf I find a way to change, if I step into the lightThen I'll never be the same, and it all will fade to whiteEver on and on I continue circlingWith nothing but my hate in a carousel of agony
White Lies
rin
One Direction
She told me in the morning she don't feel the same about us in her bones
It seems to me that when I die these words will be written on my stone
Share Quotes with friends