Buffalo

[Verse 1] Breathe on me, my buffalo Your hide warms to a warning Of a death without words I am ill after swallowing Cups of pride; inside it pains me With a bitterness I loathe For the future tributes to Thom Sonny Green Breathe on me, my buffalo Your hide warms to a warning Of a death without words I am ill after swallowing Cups of pride; inside it pains me With a bitterness I loathe For the future tributes to Thom Sonny Green [Chorus] The buffalo from Buffalo Who are buffaloed by the buffalo From Buffalo, buffalo Other buffalo from Buffalo [Outro] And all's above lay to pay tribute to The future death of our Thom Sonny Green