Lyrics:
A Clydesdale's best friend
"Here's Johnny!" he says, and laughs in his special way
"...Johnny!" he says, you know I love him
"Here's Johnny!" he says,
far from the whip of the world
I climb on your Clydesdale
ride on the night trail
exhale a stale sour smoke
my doppelganger
has been my lover
The Suffolk, the Clydesdale, the Percheron vie
With the Shire on his feathers floating
Hauling soft timber into the dusk
To bed on a warm straw coating
The Suffolk, the Clydesdale, the Percheron vie
With the Shire on his feathers floating
Hauling soft timber into the dusk
To bed on a warm straw coating
You can have Charleston
The cobblestone streets
The steeples looking down
On the Battery
The Topsails and the Clydesdales
Pulling people all around
The Suffolk, the Clydesdale, the Percheron vie
With the Shire on his feathers floating
Hauling soft timber into the dusk
To bed on a warm straw coating
the glock or beam
Life is moving too fast to just off the steed
So we coming through the scene at a breakneck speed we out here
Clydesdale stampede through
I get on the beat and I ride that bitch, just like a Clydesdale, probably high as hell
Track killer like a whale, Moby
I don't fuck with yall niggaz,
She is a large whale
Saltwater Clydesdale
The stuff of folktales
But this is true
In the north Pacific
To be specific
Is a terrificly lonely whale
We're giving account of
a fact that we sure disdain,
involving a certain Clydesdale,
murderer of Aire;
of how he was dropped from his neck
then
woof woof
Officer woof woof
Officer woof woof
Woof woof woof woof
Constable Clydesdale is gonna fucking stomp ya head in
Constable Clydesdale
Yes cunt
they prefer.
I saw Ruth atop a dun Clydesdale
in a pilgrim's caravan
queueing at the toll-house now and
then revealed by a sheet of lightning,
my heart
(stacks, stacks) so my stacks excel
Hop in the coach with my twelve Clydesdales and bells
I'm on the move, smooth, to my decoy horse
A .30, .30 on my side
Serving time again for abuse of a corpse
Only this time the victim's a Clydesdale horse
While he masturbates to photos of livestock
He does
gon French kiss it
Like Bonjour
Might as well
Dog that ain't a stallion
That's a Clydesdale
And everyday she styling
And she fine as hell
And she kind
posted up as usual downstairs
With a couple of Clydesdales, sippin' Zinfandel
Got a sack of good, take a whiff, inhale
Blaze up, hate to ball and bail
the horses all through the hood, we not on clydesdales
Remember the fist time I handled a scale
The halves turned to wholes
The P's turned to Bales
The wins
Paint Horses bold, with their patches of white,
Stride so gracefully, a pure delight,
Clydesdales in harness, pullin' their weight,
Their beauty
and uproot
Left a good soul for an average Clydesdale
Kinda man to swing her, cuss out, and hide ale
Bah, what's the damn use at this point
Should take my coat
brake by river banks
When he was young in the days of steam
They built a bridge with a clydesdale team
And the spur they laid is all still there
From
tight, six gun on my hip
Lit Marlboro Red hangin' out of my lips
Call me the Lonesome Dove
I disappear in the mist
Of the Clydesdale hooves click clack
somewhere to play
And he ain't come home yet from the bay
They're sayin he drowned
I'll ask around
A search party was organized with Mayor Albert Clydesdale
back in the bottle
Your answer was to send a clydesdale across cmerica
For us to be seen near a number of american patriotic monuments
cll you did was
the key component
Whether you lease it or loan it
If you remus I rome it
The king is the throne is
Mine for the taking
My mindset vacant
Them clydesdale's
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