Kyuss - Gloria Lewis - Текст песни

When the feeling comes it always leaves 

To the top of the hill, the hill of thieves 

Brush that furious out, hole in the well 

You'd like the hole in your head to feel the breeze 


If you're gonna ride, baby, ride the wild horse 

I can't drink no more, but I'll try 

You can't find me, baby, in the basement 

And I slug you in your fuckin' head, yeah 


If you're gonna ride, baby, ride the wild horse 

We can't drink no more, but we'll try 

You can't find us, baby, in the basement 

And we'll slug you in your fuckin' head, yeah