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Writhe Lyricsby Kyuss Buy album CD: Out Through The In Door Everyone seems to be servin' for satan Guess I will too What a joke, you make me laugh 'Till I turn blue Any tale goes out to there What a manly lookin' crew I don't think I'll tease my hair I'd rather sit here teasing you Cast your eyes, my snakes down on the floor Out you go and in come one and hundred more I seem to lost my cowboy boots With green fringe runnin' down the side My soul machine has made me green 'Cause my jeans didn't turn out tight And all these ruins I turn for you Ya keep my livin' alive Your smile overweighs the miles And your kiss makes it worth the ride Cast your eyes, my snakes down on the floor Out you go and in come one and hundred more
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