Kyuss

Everyone seems to be singing for Satan
Guess I will to.
What a joke,
You make me laugh,
Till I turn blue.

Everyone's hair is out to there,
what a manly 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 it done one hundred and more.

I've seemed to lost my cowboy boots,
with green 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 toured for you,
you keep my limit alive.
Your smile rolls away for miles,
and your kiss makes it worth the ride.