down Total anarchy ain't to far fetched now The city where the sun always hides behind them clouds When the time ain't no love in this whole fucking town
In the form of a black cloud I've got a little black cloud That follows me everywhere I go It takes over me I've got a little black cloud That follows
spittin' the Black Rain Bodies slammin' each other on clouds makin' electrical sparks That can be seen for miles in the depths of the dark Do you spot the clouds
a hired hand Workin' on the dreams he planned to try The days go by Ev'ry night when the sun goes down Just another lonely boy in town And
up Off the ground... Oh, my crazy baby Try to hold on tight Oh, my crazy baby Don't put out the light... The light, the light, the light And they look
Basement I'm tellin' you now, kid, it's crazy fat I wonder who this is comin' up? Fourth but not least, the backbone of the Wig Out Freestyle, crazy
rhythm when you spot'em, you go with'em And do that black, black, black, black bottom You wont be blue when you have got'em If you do that black, black, black, black
the fuckin' remix If these words don't hurt you, Nigga, got them stones and sticks, And some compton-ass niggaz To make you fade to black With some crazy
[by Nick Cave and the Bad Seeds. 1985] Looka yonder! Looka yonder! Looka yonder! A big black cloud come! A big black cloud come! O comes to Tupelo. Comes
Soon our fortunes will be made, my darling And we will leave this loathsome little town Silver bells jingling from your black lizard boots, my baby Silver
Looka yonder! Looka yonder! Looka yonder! A big black cloud come! A big black cloud come! O comes to Tupelo. Comes to Tupelo Yonder on the horizon Yonder
Uh thick cloud caught uh piper clubs tail The match struck blue on uh railroad rail The old puff horse was just pullin' thru 'n uh man wore uh peg leg
the fuckin' remix if these words don't hurt you, nigga, got them stones and sticks, and some Compton-ass niggaz to make you fade to black With some crazy
can catch me in my favorite car (car) Drop Lex, black truck, Gordo the ?°Lazy R?± I'm like a pitcher, I throw my hits crazy far And if you is what you
yeah we headed up town nigga blow after pound my niggaz puttin it down nigga and yeah ridin big is my crown nigga holdin my rounds nigga-holdin my town