Source: Horntip Collection - Half-Mind Hymnal 2011

Lyrics

by Hazukashii, Yongsan HHH

Were you lonesome tonight, Was the hash out of sight, Are you sorry you strayed from true trail?

Did your throat feel real dry, Underneath the hot sky, When you thought of the beer did you wail?

Are the sores on your feet, raw and filled up with puss? When you gazed down the road, did you pray for a bus?

Are your legs filled with pain, Will you shortcut again, Tell me fool, were you lonesome tonight?

WHINING POEM By Teats de Swamp, Carolina Trash HHH

I’m not black I’m not white The color of my skin tonight Is Bleeding Red, with Mud of Brown, (the hash trail was not laid downtown) Greenish slime, and ooze of yellow. (Gispert was a jolly fellow) I don’t care. As you can tell Down-downs made me drunk as hell Look to the sky! The full moon is shining So On!On! into the night AND QUIT YOUR WHINING!