Текст песни Writhe

(wow, i got: "Everyone seems to be singing for satan"),
guess I will to.
Not a joke, you make love,
till I turn blue.

Any town goes out to there,
what a man will then recruit.
I don't think I'll tease my hair,
I'd rather sit here teasing you.

Could you ride my sticks down on the floor?
(Won't you writhe like snakes down on the floor?)
Out you go and into one hundred more.

I seem to loss my power o' boot,
great friends running down beside.Kyuss - Writhe - http://ru.motolyrics.com/kyuss/writhe-lyrics.html
My soul machine has made me green
cause my dreams didn't turn out tied.

(for that verse i get:)
(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,
they'll keep my limit alive.
Your smile overweighs their minds,
and your kiss makes it worth the ride.

Kyuss Writhe