Everyone seems to be singing for Satan

Guess I will too

What a joke, you make me laugh

Till I turn blue



Everyone's hair is out to there

What a manly lookin crew

I don't think I'll tease my hair

I'd rather sit here teasin you.



Cause you writhe like snakes down on the floor

Out you go and here come one hundred more



I seem to (have) lost my cowboy boots

With green fringe running down the sides

My soul machine has made me green

Cause my jeans didn't turn out tight



Cause you writhe like snakes down on the floor

Out you go and here come one hundred more.



When all these ruins are turned for you

You keep my livin a life

Your smile rolls away their mouths

And your kiss makes it worth the ride



Cause you writhe like snakes down on the floor

Out you go and here come one hundred more.