You keep riding the grey hound,
While I stop for nothing,
I bring full frontal fear,
Turn your congregation to queers,
Tonight,
One of us leavin,
One of keepin his brain intact,
While,
One of us sleepin,
The other one squeezin his gat,
Infact,
One of us easin,
One of us breathin smoke from his pack,
And,
One of us deep in,
The other one creepin up behind your back,