When the feelin comes
It always leads
To the top of the hill
The hill of thieves
Rush that furious sound
Hurry, go in
Live like a hole in the 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
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
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