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