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