Hose Man Pt. II

One hot summer eve on Emerson's bridge I looked down at the water, Hose Man by my side As we watched the evening light, he said cast it aside Because life is a bitch, torn and patched with a stitch And I'm along for the ride And trust me, if I could I'd eradicate the elite And trust me, if I could I'd tear it off the rearview mirror Please forgive us Hose Man We forgot the way, didn't know what to say Please forgive me my friend Don't forget about us, betrayers of your trust Won't you kick ass once more Hose man, won't you kick ass once more One dark, windy night, in the house of the dead I laughed at the puck, but forgot what he said As mollusks and planes sang their songs in the night I said, "Alright man, that's it, let's cut out the shit" Then Hose Man bowled a few strikes F*ck yeah, he bowled a few strikes And trust me, if I could I'd give ambition a new place But I know very soon Everything wrong will be replaced Please forgive us Hose Man The buzz cut is gone, and the mullet is long Please forgive me my friend There's a wound to inflict, and scooters to fix Won't you kick ass once more Hose Man will kick ass once more We leave you, yeah you, with a thought to digest What kind of sound fuels the fight in your chest All that we knew at the end of the day Was humor and rhymes, but we're quite short on time We'll save the goodbyes for May