Writhe Lyrics - Blues For The Red Sun - Kyuss

Everyone seems to be singing for Satan 

Guess I will too 

What a joke, you make me laugh 

Till I turn blue 

Everyone's hair is out to there 

What a manly lookin' crew 

I don't think I'll tease my hair 

I'd rather sit here teasin' you 

Cause you writhe like snakes down on the floor 

Out you go and here come one hundred more 

I seem to've lost my cowboy boots 

With green fringe running down the sides 

My soul machine has made me green 

Cause my jeans didn't turn out tight 

Cause you writhe like snakes down on the floor 

Out you go and here come one hundred more 

When all these ruins are turned for you 

You keep my livin' a life 

Your smile rolls away their mouths 

And your kiss makes it worth the ride 

Cause you writhe like snakes down on the floor 

Out you go and here come one hundred more