Firehose - The First Cuss lyrics

The first cuss it bust the rust right off of the padlocks Sprung the cells as well Wrung the bells on the alarm clocks Raymond's paintings stating faking is the sh**s while Minnesota's busting quotas on the blues lick Mowing and hoeing and growing from towing the bonus weight from tradition's mission of vision wide as the great lakes now the formula calls for us to play the same part fifty times more but f** it