silver horns

when my beard gets itchy,
oh, my lovely horse,
nothing can get worse

my dead skull helmet
will rise from the horizon
chased by a herd of bison

can't wash you too much
don't do it myself as well
because I like the gasoline smell

when I grab your horns
don't care about the world
I am coming with the flood

But you, my friend
never let me down, never..
only when I got cheaper

In the harsh times
you even share your precious blood
for our zippo squib

or when you protect me
from the burning sun
in the days I am dead drunk

When my time comes
dear, silver horns, must know
you should never drive slow!