When the [bad word] it always leaves 
To the top of the hill, the hill of thieves  [bad word] 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 [bad word]  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 [bad word]  head, yeah