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
[and this was where I first tried to sing]
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
[this is where them two horses sing]
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 b***ed 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
[And all I could do was cough]
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
[And this is where the choir gives out a chant]
I remember through my sickness how my army was towards me in my Second Salvation I will get well on them
{Second Page Of My Second Salvation Army Choir}
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
[That new choir sings]
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
[and this was where I first tried to sing]
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
[this is where them two horses sing]
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 b***ed 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
[And all I could do was cough]
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
[And this is where the choir gives out a chant]
I remember through my sickness how my army was towards me in my Second Salvation I will get well on them
{Second Page Of My Second Salvation Army Choir}
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
[That new choir sings]