The Hores

Rushing to an evening
Waiting for the sweety
Of a lovely building
What a fucking dream
I could run a business
Of some pretty hores
Why don't you come sit and laugh

Coro:
I was dreaming
I was screaming
!Hores! !The hores! Living with the! Hores!

What could you be waiting for
Come enter my paradise
Get your self room
And enjoy the night
Dancing with the devil
Comes to you when you say ho
An illness comes not handy
Do you wanna die

(Coro)

Rushing to an evening
Waiting for the sweety
Of a lovely building
What a fucking dream
I could run a business
Of some pretty hores
Why don't you come sit and laugh

(Coro)

Now your running free
With some kind of illness
You are going to die
Enjoy it all you can
Spend your days with women
Spreading the disease
You will come to me hoping you will never die

(Coro)

(Solo)

!Rushing to an evening
Waiting for the sweety
Of a lovely building
What a fucking dream
I could run a business
Of some pretty hores
Why don't you come sit and laugh!

(! Coro!)