Purple Rose from Cyro

[Intro]
With this pistol right here, I'll put so many holes in you
When the winds blow you'll whistle like a peanut wagon
Holocaust, now known as Skeleton Lode
A Purple Rose from Cyro

[Verse 1]
Drink with the pirates, cussing in the house
Toads in the basement, sawdust in your mouth
Throngs on the balcony, cigarettes and ice cream
Escape from the travelling circus for a purpose
The rainbow and the serpent, pit bulls and curtains
Torn sideways and I'll knock you from the surface
Swap with the merchants, jewellery in the cabinеt
Old dusty guns for fun, I keep it slung
Write with ink a thousand feet thick and speak in tongues
Dancе to the beat of the skeleton's walk hum
Sledgehammer grammar, 99 Coronas
Cold Alizé and a basket full of bullets
Parasites in the well have a drink
Body parts in the sink, stab a shrink
Dragged through the junkyard, pick skulls from trees
Hitch knock-knees from here to overseas
War with any man who threatens my lifespan
Might just gun you down with knifehand
Lost in the hallway, Indians on the rooftop
We sip brews and coffee [?] full of screws
Spill in a lunchbox, twilight and gunshots
Steeling mango, children to the schoolyard
Stretching the daisies, drunk with revolvers
Brave, brave, brave, please Yanky Doodle Dandy
Nightmare candy, Wu-Tang's the family
You fall in a carpet, murder you after darkness

[Chorus]
Tomorrow calls for sunlight
Good times in the sunlight
Tomorrow calls for sunlight
Good times in the sunlight
Good times in the sunlight
Good times in the sunlight

[Verse 2]
Elephant Man, guns and dirty mops
Purist Hip-Hop, shots heard on your block
Run down the staircase, stepping on greedy roaches
Never can approach this, lyrics that be the dopest
Drinking screwdrivers, laughing with the Skarekrow
Nails in a bucket of paint, the dirty saint
Ladies feel faint, I'm rusty as a monkey wrench
Thrown in the pipework's, swinging the black Nike shirt
Lay in the evening, skeleton the poet
The sky rains hammers, ooh ooh ooh ooh oooh
Guns in your face, watch me act the silliest
All points bullets and Killa Bee gang affiliates
Club fight where you should mambo, cigars
Clean classic cars, the evening at the opera house
This one ends with me returning to the swamp
Kiss L.A. on the cheek, dosvidaniya
I'd rather leap with umbrellas. fellas in Congress are jealous
And lies is what they sell us
Fiddle happily, harmonica never trifle
Pistol on my lap and in my coat 'cause it's frightful
Chitty Bang Bang , La Fée

[Break]
Wu-Tang, Skeleton Lode in the darkness

[Chorus]
Tomorrow calls for sunlight
Good times in the sunlight
Tomorrow calls for sunlight
Good times in the sunlight
Good times in the sunlight
Good times in the sunlight

[Verse 3]
A hand in the darkness, Bats Fly in the Rain
We play where the dead man hang, a spiked brain
Coffee on the table, skeletons in the wall
Wander down the cobwebbed halls until you fall
Deep in a coffin, look at the wooden crates
My pistol changes shapes, bullet holes in your drapes
Soap in the dirt, plates in the lake
The clown with the tearaway face is selling cake
Roaches in a shoebox, mice in the guitar
Just through the woods and over, it isn't far
Drink up the bar, pour bullets into a shot glass
Stomp through the attic, blood smeared on the window
A Purple Rose from Cairo
A match fell down the tunnel in slow motion
Walk at the bottom of the ocean, with a notion
A man selling pictures, lonely on the road
Mean man Skeleton Lode, from the cold
When he walks through the crowd, their heads explode
Stand in the doorway, came from California
Headdress short a few feathers, face the music

[Chorus]
Tomorrow calls for sunlight
Good times in the sunlight
Tomorrow calls for sunlight
Good times in the sunlight
Good times in the sunlight
Good times in the sunlight