Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song My Second Salvation Army Choir, artist - Munly & The Lee Lewis Harlots. Album song Munly & The Lee Lewis Harlots, in the genre Альтернатива
Date of issue: 30.08.2004
Record label: SCACUNINCORPORATED
Song language: English
My Second Salvation Army Choir |
All the horses pulled their face as I was led into the square |
They sense I used to be the leader of the Salvation Army choir |
I stood atop the drinkin' trough, I leaned into my song |
The song I sung at my first salvation the words confuse I still sing it wrong |
The bay and appaloosa capsized me off their water trough |
It had been dry for years and when I hit the ground they let out a horsey cough |
I remember though my sickness how my army was towards me in my Second Salvation |
I will get well on them |
I grabbed their youngest yearling I planned to harness him to a cart |
The bay broke the wheels the appaloosa head butted my chest for my part |
The horses started in a choir formation rolled their eyes to gauge my worth |
The appaloosa bit out all my hair the bay dry baptized me dry in the dirt |
Underneath the dry water trough’s where I hid from the horses rant |
On the trough they hoofed out a dance that coupled up perfectly with their chant |
I remember through my sickness how my army was towards me in my Second |
Salvation I will get well on them |
The big bay slammed his head into the youngest yearling made his spread eagle |
sprawled on the dirt |
He bit off his baubles and dipped 'em in the copper of pitch-pine |
The appaloosa ripped out 24 of the yearlings tail-pieces and attached 'em to |
the pitch-pine baubles |
Doing a fancy basque step over the dirt, he come to me, the device hung from |
between his horsey teeth as he urged my humanness to grab and take |
I 'spose he wanted me to swing it like some caballero whip |
But I ain’t gonna get Mexican on you |
I swung it like a catholic censure |
Hypnotized they followed the device, began to sing their imperfect horse cough |
I join in with my own application, together I hope we don’t sing it wrong! |
I stood bent with the water trough saddled cross my back |
The bay he mounts, felt like a dry hump I sounds like the wheels he cracked |
Now I carry my Salvation Army Choir singing all on to rebirth |
And in my second salvation I hope its better than my first |