Kyuss - Writhe Lyrics
Everyone seems to be singing for SatanGuess I will to.What a joke,You make me laugh,Till I turn blue.Everyone's hair is out to there,what a manly looking crew.I don't think I'll tease my hair,I'd rather sit here teasing you.Won't you writhe like snakes down on the floorOut you go and it done one hundred and more.I've seemed to lost my cowboy boots,with green fringe runnin' down the sidemy sewing machine has made me green'cuz my jeans didn't turn out tightAnd all these ruins I toured for you,you keep my limit alive.Your smile rolls away for miles,and your kiss makes it worth the ride.