The First Cuss - fIREHOSE

The first cuss

It bust the rust right off the padlocks!

Sprung the cells as well

Wrung the bells on the alarm clocks

Raymond’s paintings stating faking is the shits

While minnesota’s busting quotas on the blues lick

Mowing and hoeing and growing from towing the bonus weight

From tradition’s mission of vision, wide as the great lakes!

Now the formula calls for us to play the same part fifty times more

But fuck it.

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