The Toast

Here's to wars and revolution
Buckin horses and prostituion
Them rank brahmer bulls that keep on buckin and them
Sad sweet girls that are good for the lovin
Nah I got one
I was born in the wild raised in a
cave Ridin spinning bulls is all I crave
Bustin out windows tearin down doors
Takin out virgins and bringin back whores
Daddy was hung as a horse theif
My momma was burned as a witch
I got fourteen sisters that work in a whore house
And me
I'm a bull Ridin son of a bitch