Buffalo Paroles

Inside it paints me
With a bitterness I loathe
For the future tributes
Of Thom Sonny Green

Breathe on me my buffalo
Your eye warms to a warning
of a death without words

I am here
Laughter swallowing cups of pride
Inside it paints me
With a bitterness I loathe
For the future tributes
Of Thom Sonny Greene

The buffalo from buffalo
who are buffaloed by the buffalo
from buffalo
Buffalo are the buffalo from buffalo
(Dank an Thomas für den Text)