America

Lyrics

[Verse 1: Warcloud] The maid was in the garden hanging out the clothes While I crept up and shot her dead in the nose Message in a bottle, violent as our records spin One stranded couple terrorized by back-woodsmen A young man home from reform school, now a burglar Some sixth graders suspect their principal is a murderer A man investigates the death of his twin brother Three kids search for their missing parents and cover A nightclub owner schemes against mobsters Four congressmen turned out to be impostors Five teens try to track down a jewel thief One little boy knocked out another's teeth Successful script writer becomes a heroin addict A surgeon and his ex-wife slaughtered by a mechanic A barroom brawl sends a law student to the hospital A little girl found a fly inside a popsicle Two bored Indians become bank robbers A cop searching for the killers of his father A rapper's lifestyle of sex, drugs and booze A highway man swindles a drunkard's booze A homeless man looks in a dumpster, finds a new pair of shoes An injured jazz musician dead on the news A housewife entangled in lies and domestic abuse A dirty politician tries to rub out his opponents The outside man fought another man in the rain A businesswoman had to sue for the correct spelling of her name A skinhead who lead a fierce biker gang Involved in white slavery and Mr. Avery Was never neighborly, romancing a jackpot He killed his wife and drove to Vegas with her head in a hat box [Chorus: Architect] One candy apple, two white chocolates, three blueberries One candy apple, two white chocolates, three blueberries One candy apple, two white chocolates, three blueberries One candy apple, two white chocolates, three blueberries [Verse 2: Warcloud] She had rings on her fingers and bells on her toes She will have music wherever she goes Seven ladybugs on a honeydew for crummy you Mystic rhymes straight from a candy house with a gummy roof I got a Tommy gun that shoots eggs and I'll put it down Pop you in the shoulder with a large revolver and laugh Warcloud's warpath is to conquer whoever last Like tea cakes and crumpets, shiny, right Turk gold trumpets Gold in the compass, piloting an airship One sea of clouds, I drop an axe on you now Shadow on the barn wall, float a newspaper boat Juice bars and fudge sticks, roller coasters and ferris wheels [Chorus: Warcloud] One candy apple, two white chocolates, three blueberries One candy apple, two white chocolates, three blueberries One candy apple, two white chocolates, three blueberries One candy apple, two white chocolates, three blueberries [Verse 3: Warcloud] There was a young lady, my wife, who disrespect And the first day I met her she had a ribbon around her neck And she wore that ribbon for years and hear the flutes When I asked her to remove it, she'd always have excuse One stormy night, while we were in bed I snatched the ribbon off and off rolled her head I laughed myself to sleep, the room spun around like a record [Chorus: Architect] One candy apple, two white chocolates, three blueberries One candy apple, two white chocolates, three blueberries One candy apple, two white chocolates, three blueberries One candy apple, two white chocolates, three blueberries