Hot Headed Hores

When you come on the bus
I'll be there to pick you up
I'll come barreling by truck
Dodging deer and dodging duck

And we'll heed and we'll fuck
And we'll trod this nook
That sometimes tries to suck
Us [?]

We are refugees of wars
We are hot headed hores
We are slowly slipping towards
Surrender

So write a letter to your friends
Tell 'em you're near an end