The First Cuss (Explicit) - 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 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 f**k it
