Kyuss - Gloria Lewis Lyrics
When the feeling comes it always leavesTo the top of the hill, the hill of thievesBrush that furious out, hole in the wellYou'd like the hole in your head to feel the breezeIf you're gonna ride, baby, ride the wild horseI can't drink no more, but I'll tryYou can't find me, baby, in the basementAnd I slug you in your *****in' head, yeahIf you're gonna ride, baby, ride the wild horseWe can't drink no more, but we'll tryYou can't find us, baby, in the basementAnd we'll slug you in your *****in' head, yeah