Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Under the Hoof, artist - Wasted Theory. Album song Defenders of the Riff, in the genre АльтернативаDate of issue: 29.10.2016
Record label: Argonauta
Song language: English
Under the Hoof |
| I hear the stampede coming |
| It’s time to open fire |
| Hog blood on the tip of my tongue |
| And you know that I’m the devil’s child |
| I hear that black dog howling |
| It’s creepin' up inside |
| Got a fever of 103 |
| And you know she makes me lose my mind |
| Burning up, Burning out |
| Four on the floor and she’s ready for more, I said… |
| Burning up, Burning out |
| Hellbent for whiskey and that Dixie wine, I said… |
| Burning up, Burning out |
| Four on the floor and she’s ready for more, I said. |
| Burning up, Burning out |
| I hear that cold black thunder |
| Another endless night |
| These bitter pills are all I need |
| And we’r heading for the morning light |
| I hear th rat race thumping |
| You know they’re running wild |
| Venom dripping down my throat |
| And you know that I’m the lord of the flies |
| Burning up, Burning out |
| Four on the floor and she’s ready for more, I said… |
| Burning up, Burning out |
| Hellbent for whiskey and that Dixie wine, I said… |
| Burning up, Burning out |
| Four on the floor and she’s ready for more, I said. |
| Burning up, Burning out |