Everyone seems to be servin' for satan
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Guess I will too
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What a joke, you make me laugh
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'Till I turn blue
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Any tale goes out to there
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What a manly lookin' crew
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I don't think I'll tease my hair
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I'd rather sit here teasing you
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Close your eyes, my snakes down on the floor
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Out you go and in come one and hundred more
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I seem to lost my cowboy boots
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With green fringe runnin' down the side
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My soul machine has made me green
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'Cause my jeans didn't turn out tight
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And all these ruins I turn for you
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Ya keep my livin' alive
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Your smile overweighs the miles
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And your kiss makes it worth the ride
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Close your eyes, my snakes down on the floor
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Out you go and in come one and hundred more
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Writhe
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| Kyuss |
