Letra de 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.