Ears for Eyes - Hose Man

Water coursing through that familiar artificial vein
Hose man, somber master of automobile stains
He points to the sign, middle finger in the air
Burning gas, kicking ass, and playing solitaire
Wash, wipe, clean, rinse, scrub, mop
All the cars without an issue
And he will fuck your ride up
If you speak
Poorly of the
Hose Man
In command of the water
Hose Man
Like a sick Sunday slaughter
Hose Man
With patience divine
Hose Man
Don't waste his goddamn time
I think some would put him up there
With the everlasting God
Except he spends the Sabbath
At Cape Auto Spa
Hose Man's the one that we've got to respect
Hose Man's the one that'll clean up the mess
Hose Man's the one making fat stacks of green
He's a water jet-powered car cleaning machine

Written by:
Henry Kennedy, Reggie Isles

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