The Hores Lyrics - S.o.s.

Rushing to an evening 

Waiting for the sweety 

Of a lovely building 

What a fucking dream 

I could run a business 

Of some pretty hores 

Why don't you come sit and laugh 

Coro: 

I was dreaming 

I was screaming 

!Hores! !The hores! Living with the! Hores! 

What could you be waiting for 

Come enter my paradise 

Get your self room 

And enjoy the night 

Dancing with the devil 

Comes to you when you say ho 

An illness comes not handy 

Do you wanna die 

(Coro) 

Rushing to an evening 

Waiting for the sweety 

Of a lovely building 

What a fucking dream 

I could run a business 

Of some pretty hores 

Why don't you come sit and laugh 

(Coro) 

Now your running free 

With some kind of illness 

You are going to die 

Enjoy it all you can 

Spend your days with women 

Spreading the disease 

You will come to me hoping you will never die 

(Coro) 

(Solo) 

!Rushing to an evening 

Waiting for the sweety 

Of a lovely building 

What a fucking dream 

I could run a business 

Of some pretty hores 

Why don't you come sit and laugh! 

(! Coro!)