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.