all the horses pulled their face as i was led into the square they sense i used to be the leader of the salvation army choir i stood atop the drinkin trough i leaned into my song the song i sung at my first salvation the words confuse i still sing it wrong the bay and appaloosa capsized me off their water trough it had been dry for years and when i hit the ground they let out a horsey cough i remember though my sickness how my army was towards me in my second salvation i will get well on them i grabbed their youngest yearling i planned to harness him to a cart the bay broke the wheels the appaloosa head butted my chest for my part the horses started in a choir formation rolled their eyes to gauge my worth the appaloosa bit out all my hair the bay dry baptized me dry in the dirt underneath the dry water trough s where i hid from the horses rant on the trough they hoofed out a dance that coupled up perfectly with their chant i remember through my sickness how my army was towards me in my second salvation i will get well on them the big bay slammed his head into the youngest yearling made his spread eagle sprawled on the dirt he bit off his baubles and dipped em in the copper of pitch pine the appaloosa ripped out 24 of the yearlings tail pieces and attached em to the pitch pine baubles doing a fancy basque step over the dirt he come to me the device hung from between his horsey teeth as he urged my humanness to grab and take i spose he wanted me to swing it like some caballero whip but i ain t gonna get mexican on you i swung it like a catholic censure hypnotized they followed the device began to sing their imperfect horse cough i join in with my own application together i hope we don t sing it wrong i stood bent with the water trough saddled cross my back the bay he mounts felt like a dry hump i sounds like the wheels he cracked now i carry my salvation army choir singing all on to rebirth and in my second salvation i hope its better than my first 