My Second Salvation Army Choir - Munly & The Lee Lewis Harlots

My Second Salvation Army Choir - Munly & The Lee Lewis Harlots

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Munly & The Lee Lewis Harlots
Год
2004
Язык
`English`
Длительность
338910

Below is the lyrics of the song My Second Salvation Army Choir , artist - Munly & The Lee Lewis Harlots with translation

Lyrics " My Second Salvation Army Choir "

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My Second Salvation Army Choir

Munly & The Lee Lewis Harlots

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

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