Sweeping Bullet Shells

Lyrics

[Intro: Skeleton Lode] Vodka in the toolbox I have a billion eyes, but I live in darkness I have a million ears Wu-Tang Paint the stone steps red [Verse 1: Skeleton Lode] The Black Knight is alive and roaming through the hallways Of the L.A. Museum, with his sword Song without end, battle the damned spirits Tropical lullabies, painting sky papers Fighting in the rain, a brain in a bird cage Shoemaker dance, been rhyming since the third grade Big bells ring, conquer all fears The serpent licked the woman on the ears, carry spears Tra-la-la, pistol in the bread box Rats in the cuckoo clock, devils hung A Skeleton Loading a gun in a snowstorm Creatures great and small, all gather Evening in the garden, a song at dusk Here to test your trust, royal flush Whisper to my left, some people want it Over there is a tree with a rope that has your name on it March through the swamp, A Book of Picture Riddles Tum-ta-tum-tum, Catch Me If You Can Cut an MC into five, the best deliver Be careful in the rowboat, piranhas infest the river [Chorus: Skeleton Lode] Wu-Tang Clan, warriors on the hillside Mighty Warcloud, the dead flowers bloom An old woman seized her sweeping broom And swept all the bullet shells out of the room Wu-Tang Clan, warriors on the hillside Mighty Warcloud, the dead flowers bloom An old woman seized her sweeping broom And swept all the bullet shells out of the room [Verse 2: Skeleton Lode] Snatch your arms out the socket and stuff 'em in your back pocket I glow like a tree in the distance with persistence Paint his palm red, your suffering will be legendary Moss grows on my back, deep as February Hot like Caribbean fireworks, I feature Nightmare creatures, dead men in the bleachers The old woman seized her sweeping broom And swept all the bullet shells out of the room By then I crept out, quiet as mice All wet with blood, still cold as ice House on the Hillside, skill, couldn't match it Running down the old staircase holding a hatchet Shot for his shoulder, blew half of his face off Renaissance carnival, screwball the crackpot MCs attack not, they in the wack spot Brushing their teeth with rocks, while I flip it O is the gifted, warrior hieroglyphic Last Emperor, I swiped it while you missed it Call him Warcloud, now carry the Skeleton Lode Break off your foot and throw it into the sunset [Chorus: Skeleton Lode] Wu-Tang Clan, warriors on the hillside Mighty Warcloud, the dead flowers bloom An old woman seized her sweeping broom And swept all the bullet shells out of the room Wu-Tang Clan, warriors on the hillside Mighty Warcloud, the dead flowers bloom An old woman seized her sweeping broom And swept all the bullet shells out of the room [Verse 3: Skeleton Lode] Old Holocaust is dead, flowers for sale Green bottles and rifle on the wall The tailor, who spoke to the man with his eyes sewn shut Wu-Tang is the illest, nigga, what? Beware of the stranger, [?] Off to the wood, now smile before I shoot you Flew Over Cuckoo, I went upstairs Came to the mic like hungry grizzly bears Straight out the slum, the fog, city news Drag an MC to his tomb and sing the blues Old tommy gun, zipper head and lead foot Murder MCs from L.A. to Red Hook Teeth of a saw cutting through your ribcage Deep in the dead of the night, drinking liquor Came with the lady in a picture, spit a mixture Ace up my sleeve with Belgium elixir Rhyme like an evening at the firing range Through the torn curtain I see the dead city Bullets in the soup, I leap across roofs During the course of my intellectual pursuit [Chorus: Skeleton Lode] Wu-Tang Clan, warriors on the hillside Mighty Warcloud, the dead flowers bloom An old woman seized her sweeping broom And swept all the bullet shells out of the room Wu-Tang Clan, warriors on the hillside Mighty Warcloud, the dead flowers bloom An old woman seized her sweeping broom And swept all the bullet shells out of the room Wu-Tang Clan, warriors on the hillside Mighty Warcloud, the dead flowers bloom An old woman seized her sweeping broom And swept all the bullet shells out of the room