Writhe Lyrics

Songwriters: Homme, Josh;

Everyone seems to be servin' for Satan, guess I will too

What a joke, you make me laugh till I turn blue



Anyone 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



Close your eyes, my snakes down on the floor

Out you go and in come one 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, you keep my livin' alive

Your smile over weighs the miles and your kiss makes it worth the ride



Close your eyes, my snakes down on the floor

Out you go and in come one hundred more