S.o.s. - The Hores lyrics

Rushing to an evening Waiting for the sweety Of a lovely building What a f**ing 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 f**ing 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 f**ing dream I could run a business Of some pretty hores Why don't you come sit and laugh! (! Coro!)