Kyuss - Gloria Lewis Lyrics






When the feeling comes it always leaves,
to the top of the hill,
the hill of thieves.
Brush that curious out.
Hurry away.
You've got the hole in your head to feel the breeze.

If you're gonna ride, baby,
ride a/the wild horse.
I/we can't drink no more,
but I'll/we'll try.
You can't find us, baby,
in the basement.
And it/I slug your in your fucking head.





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  1. V.... D....

    That guitar tone give me a hard one!

  2. J.... H....

    Cant drink no more ..but ill try..greatness

  3. J.... H....

    Great band..greatness of Josh..what more u need

  4. k.... ....

    Who the hell disliked this?

    Slug-them-in-their-fucking-heeeaaaadd

  5. P.... ....

    had no idea Josh homme played with Kyuss
    no wonder why I love QOTSA and Kyuss

    P.... ....

    he wrote most of the songs. it's such a collective unit though. that one player, is irreplaceable to the given specific performance