Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Writhe , by - Kyuss. Song from the album Blues For The Red Sun, in the genre Стоунер-рокRelease date: 31.12.1991
Record label: Rhino Entertainment Company
Song language: English
Writhe |
| Everyone seems to be singing for Satan |
| Guess I will to. |
| What a joke, |
| You make me laugh, |
| Till I turn blue. |
| Any tailor’s out to ware, |
| What a menhir 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 floor |
| Out you go and he done one hundred and more. |
| I seem to’ve lost my cowboy boots |
| with the fringe runnin' down the side |
| my sewing machine has made me green |
| 'cuz my jeans didn’t 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. |