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'll slug you in your fuckin' head, yeah

Oh-oh-oh-oh
Oh-oh-oh-oh
Oh-oh-oh-oh
Oh-oh-oh-oh
Oh-oh-oh-oh
Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh
Oh-oh-oh-oh

If you're gonna ride, baby, ride the wild horse
We can't drink no more, but we done try
You can't find us, baby, in the basement
And we'll slug you in your fuckin' head, yeah

Oh-oh-oh-oh
Oh-oh-oh-oh
Oh-oh-oh-oh
Oh-oh-oh-oh