Gloria Lewis lyrics

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