Writhe (LP Version)

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