Текст (слова) песни: Kyuss - Gloria Lewis

When the feeling comes it always leaves,
to the top of the hill,
the hill of thieves.
Brush that curious out.
Hurry away.
Youve got the hole in your head to feel the breeze.

If youre gonna ride, baby,
ride a/the wild horse.
I/we cant drink no more,
but Ill/well try.
You cant find us, baby,
in the basement.
And it/I slug your in your fucking head.
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
Writhe