[Intro: Architect]
When it rains the flowers drip candy
Tic Tacs and mint leaves
[Chorus: Architect]
Hot apple pie, a scoop of vanilla ice cream
Shavings of white and dark chocolate melted over
Crushed up almonds and peanuts, taste
Niagara grapes, the highest of mental states
Hot apple pie, a scoop of vanilla ice cream
Shavings of white and dark chocolate melted over
Crushed up almonds and peanuts, taste
Niagara grapes, the highest of mental states
[Verse 1: Architect]
A mosquito in the book store, dastardly tales of tormеnt
Street corner minds and bad medicine vеndors
Try to overthrow you, take The Celestial Railroad
Vitamins and intense oil moist your poetry
Thee deaths of gun, that's the falling of sparrows
Music from the Sun, a simple Art of War (Yo, yo, yo, yo)
Trouble Is My Business, final summer observer
Evil is the victim, merchant prince of burglars
Who struck each down, snatching your fake veils
Got parrots with pterodactyl wings and snake tails
They whistle when I feed them demons, fingers and toes
Fairwell, My Lovely, bloodcurdling scenery
Château Breuil, copula, Allery
Alcázar on the balcony, dunking donuts in Java
Last Maharaja, Never Sound Retreat
The Lost Regiment, rise of the walking dead
Battle flag tattered in stain, call us Wendigo
Sasquatch, Yeti, battalion with one head
All devils fled, of man they were a replica
Indians and cowboys, cops and robbers, America
Long Goodbye, I'm headed towards Arabia
Persian estates and pyramids made of ice
Melt not, gather no sand, Mighty Architect
Creator of all that rest within the Universe
Soon to burst, acid, rocks, flesh and silver
Never speak in questions, the scriptures of a builder
[Chorus: Architect]
Hot apple pie, a scoop of vanilla ice cream
Shavings of white and dark chocolate melted over
Crushed up almonds and peanuts, taste
Niagara grapes, the highest of mental states
Hot apple pie, a scoop of vanilla ice cream
Shavings of white and dark chocolate melted over
Crushed up almonds and peanuts, taste
Niagara grapes, the highest of mental states
[Verse 2: Architect]
Astronaut candy, space caramel, jelly beans
Gems from around the world, sparkle nights
Blue socks, fancy red shoes, shiny bottle caps
Toy chest, green and white blocks, triangle buttons
Baseball gloves, A Book of Picture Riddles
I swig on moonshine in a big city with fiddle
Little do they know, it'll be sunset for those
Telephone poles, dirty pistols and foes
Gun 'em down, that rough magic, sugar time
Briefcase man, sandcastles and bowling pins
Barrels full of cherries, grapes and rusty nails
Steel corn chips, Spanish peanuts and dusty rail
Heading down stone steps towards the old attic
Architect static, Pacific to the Atlantic
Arctic, Indian Ocean, black sand
Toe prints, beige seashells, French vanilla
Seven horses, seven arrows, seven scalps
Overnight delivery, sailing the Seven Seas
Seven corks in champagne bottles, sit in the breeze
I bust off a witch, smoke stacks and trees
Money comes from paper, smoke comes from burning it
Smoke stacks are made from metal found in the ground
Same as the buzz-saw, paper comes from wood
Any answer to the question's no good, that is the hood
No friendly neighbours accept plants and animals
Cain before Abel is cannibal, understandable
[Chorus: Architect]
Hot apple pie, a scoop of vanilla ice cream
Shavings of white and dark chocolate melted over
Crushed up almonds and peanuts, taste
Niagara grapes, the highest of mental states
Hot apple pie, a scoop of vanilla ice cream
Shavings of white and dark chocolate melted over
Crushed up almonds and peanuts, taste
Niagara grapes, the highest of mental states
Hot apple pie, a scoop of vanilla ice cream
Shavings of white and dark chocolate melted over
Crushed up almonds and peanuts, taste
Niagara grapes, the highest of mental states
[Outro: Architect]
Jill got her feet cut off while she slept
88 blackbirds on a telephone wire
One peacock at the top
That was the House That Jack Built
