Текст (слова) песни: Kyuss - Writhe

Everyone seems to be singing for Satan
Guess I will to.
What a joke,
You make me laugh,
Till I turn blue.

Any tailors out to ware,
What a menhir looking crew.
I dont think Ill tease my hair,
Id rather sit here teasing you.

Wont you writhe like snakes down on the floor
Out you go and he done one hundred and more.

I seem tove lost my cowboy boots
with the fringe runnin down the side
my sewing machine has made me green
cuz my jeans didnt turn out tight

And all these ruins I took for you,
you keep my limit alive.
Your smile rolls away for miles,
and your kiss makes it worth the ride.

Другие песни Kyuss:

100 Degrees
50 Million Year Trip
Big Bikes
Black Widow
Catamaran
Conan Troutman
Deadly Kiss
Demon Cleaner
El Rodeo
Freedom Run
Gardenia
Gloria Lewis
Green Machine
Hurricane
Isolation
Katzenjammer
Love Has Passed Me By
Mondo Generator
N. O.
Odyssey
One Inch Man
Phototropic
Size Queen
Son of a Bitch
Space Cadet
Spaceship Landing
Supa Scoopa and the Mighty Scoop
Tangy Zizzle
The Law
Thong Song
Thumb
Whitewater
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