Bomshot - Harmonica In the Desert lyrics

(Holocaust) In a desert land--a white centipede He works in an alien power station with no memory Ghost town renegades, specters who walk in September days An enemy writer thinks machines are conspiring against him A thousand henchmen Three soldiers explore the site of a last stand by Indians Your sky fighter is shot down and imprisoned A women resists efforts to give a perfect beauty Leads the residents to believe that the Robot Tank's ghost is in their community Scientists explain some of the deadliest threats to humanity Psychics, animal communicators, psychiatrists uses visions against insanity Members of a rescue team encounters deadly dinosaurs behind a door Railroad accidents more frequent in the 1800's, hardcore Innovative studies of s**ual behavior A couple awakes in strange surroundings were Indians are at war And a man stands paler Siberian apocalypse, my criteria documents A condemned man plans his execution My force knock a pilot out of his co*kpit A man with reoccurring nightmares fears sleep A hoodlum shot by police, thinks he is in Heaven, in a city deep Scandal rocks an army regiment when a respected General is found dead again A pawn rules over the shadowy world of d**h squads and extermination camps with bad medicine Some warriors once believed their hearts were in their stomachs A hundred yards over the rim there are zombies by the hundreds (Bomshot) The Warghost, son we setting up more posts We only got two arms but we holding up four toasts The head holders rolling with dead soldiers Bringing fire from the Sun down to Earth and then scold you My hearts cold, it's like my minds hotter than Hell Cast a spell and leave you lost inside an empty wishing well Inside the bottomless pit, you guys ___ when I spit That it release a toxic gas that'll make the hostages sick My style remains rugged like dusty World War II boots You can bring all your recruits, you'll still need more troops Bombs like wombats, prepare for Mortal Combat I'mma bring it with possible harm, and where your moms at None of your best vets could ever f** with us Get every bone in your body straight crushed to dust I lust for puss, make you f**ing sh** out your guts Stab wounds at full moons is a plus for us Cobwebs and frog legs, eating bloody dog heads Sacrilege blasphemous rhymes, you think God has only one year left You p**y's scared to d**h I let you marinate in Hell just to prepare your flesh If you don't use your knife, you gonna lose your life Then we gonna have to bring out the burial tools tonight You fools can't fight, up on it, f**ing bruise your site Then a**ault your battle crews and abuse this mic right (Holocaust) A solar explosion raises temperatures drastically Follows the trail of mysterious of d**h of microphone athletes The dark curse three years after a meteor devastates the Earth A computer manufacturers d**h, neon eater, mantrap lurk On the hillside of the farscape A strange man has knowledge of the Star Gates 'Snow Dog' werewolf, a group of campers are rather Programmed for murder, panic To receive a top secret tank schematic In the mountain community with no observer The six ranger battalion's attempts to penetrate thirty miles behind enemy lines In order to rescue one thousand POWs, the samurai is blind Scrambled to stop an underwater disruption that threatens to destroy mankind Perhaps some underground factory Deep 11 Employs thousands of concentration camp workers to manufacture the Robot Tank's secret weapons Some k**ers choose by type their victims Murderer is sometimes use to silence people who threaten the system An excavation reveals four skeletons A bad man shoot a bird out of a tree What better than Indian feathers rare Many historic lighthouses are close to being lost forever The buzzing pyramids of Mexico, the illicit, horrific misery And gang of bikers who k**ed a drug dealer in the street A young woman escapes d**h, a man leads an expedition to Germany A butchered skull of a young man found in a pit, you learn in a dream May be part of a mysterious atomic bomb Focuses on his violent rise to power Some military genius, a woman who witnessed the murder by a song In this vital hour, let's go about You'll be bullet riddled, bloody, trying to get your pistol co*ked Alarm, with your forearm, shot in the head Slumped on the side of a photo-house At night I escaped the flames of Typhoid Mary There are other Indian tales more scary You are then stricken with every kind of disease and every kind of sickness You are then taken with various diseases and pains an die of illness