Old Toy Room (A Pie in the Window)

[Intro: Warcloud] Fucking shark When it rains the flowers drip candy Tic Tacs and mint leaves [Chorus 2X: 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 of 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 your poetry Thee deaths of gun, that's the falling of sparrows Music from the Sun, a simple art of war Trouble is my business, final summer observer Evil is the victim, merchant prince of burglars Who struck each down, snatching your fake veils Got parrots with pterodactyl wings and snake tails They whistle when I feed them demons, fingers and toes Fairwell, my lovely, bloodcurdling scenery Château Breuil, copula, Allery, Alcázar On the balcony, dunking donuts in Java Last Maharaja, never sound retreat The lost regiment, rise of the walking dead Battle flag tattered in stain, call us Wendigo Sasquatch, Yeti, battalion with one head All devils fled, of man they were a replica Indians and cowboys, cops and robbers, America Long goodbye, I'm headed towards Arabia Persian estates and pyramids made of ice Melt not gather no sand, mighty Architect Creator of all that rest within the Universe Soon to burst, acid, rocks, flesh and silver Never speak in questions, the scriptures of a builder [Chorus 2X] [Warcloud] Astronaut candy, space caramel, jelly beans Gems from around the world, sparkle nights 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 Heading down stone steps towards the old attic Architect static, Pacific to the Atlantic Arctic, Indian Ocean, black sand Toe prints, beige seashells, French vanilla Seven horses, seven arrows, seven scalps Overnight delivery, sailing the Seven Seas Seven corks in champagne bottles, sit in the breeze I bust off a which, smoke stacks and trees Money comes from paper, smoke comes from burning it Smoke stacks are made from metal found in the ground Same as the buzz-saw, paper comes from wood Any answer to the questions no good, that is the hood No friendly neighbours accept plants and animals Cain before Abel is cannibal, understandable [Chorus 3X] [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