America

歌詞

(Holocaust) 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 backwoods men 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 in cover A nightclub owner schemes against mobsters Four congressmen turn 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 her 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 the trucker's brew A bum looks in a dumpster and 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 opponent 'The Outside Man' fought another man in the rain A business woman 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 hatbox (Chorus 4X: Holocaust) One candy apple, two white chocolates, three blueberries (Holocaust) She had rings on her fingers and bells on her toes She who heard music wherever she goes Seven ladybugs on a honeydew, for crummy you Mr. Grimes screams from candy house with a gummy roof: I've 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 a conk to who ever last Like tea cakes and crumpets, shiny, bright, turquoise 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 4X) (Holocaust) 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'd ask her to remove it, she'd always have an 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 4X)