[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
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