So - War, Eric Burdon

You find ya self devoured by woodland creatures

Lightin' matches under my hat, ghost pirates

Frosty mug of rum

Old Los Angeles, heroin epidemics

I bust slugs, they love to figure skate through me

We had a merry war, turn M.C.'s to cannon boys

I carved Wu-Tang in the tie, you heard the stabbin' noise

Raw head breaks, snake eater of dungeon

A web of dead bodies in the sewer, underground London

Passion in the desert, my guns’ll love backwards

Just around the royal staircase, he runs laughter

Just around the royal staircase, he runs laughter

My forearm is made out of rifles that bust factor

And pop might murder the woman in the here after

I laugh cuz I’m a pirate, shot you twice in the abdomen

Then opened up the back of his head, like a cabinet

The blood sprained into my face

And ran down my revolver like the gaze of the next victim I slaughtered

Caught within a second, he wandered down the tunnel

Feel the ghost of a little boy rammed by, at the end

I squeeze a trigger violent, Warcloud the tyrant

All wet wit blood, on Godly assignment

Slap a whipper snapper, ya’s better mount up and slither

I smack you like a bear, watch a salmon out of a river

Roll him up in the carpet, carry him up the staircase

Ghost Pirates, Old Los Angeles, and we’re fabulous

Rhyme biohazardous, shot him twice in the abdomen

Then opened up the back of his head, like a cabinet

My liquids drip through ya storm drains, stained window sills

Black feathered birds gathered in the back of the cornfield

Stuck like a quicksand on rich land

While apostle tried to translate the novels in the palm of my hand

I break training wheels and kick stands

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