Writhe

                                  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