Who Rides? Songtext
von The Wytches

Come back like gum
That′s been stuck in the same place
Pitchfork lit nights
With forked tongues licking my face
And you do not invite me on the bank
And your tight rope had finally dropped
It's out of my hands now you cry

And who rides? I do.
Who knows me better than you?
And who rides? I do.
Who knows me better than you?
Oh you do


Come dressed with compliments
Scattered over your green face
You′re speaking in time with
The man just guarding your place
And you sit paranoid,
What is the time?
Who's that there?
Where's the old frame of mind
I′ve been wishing I spared

And who rides with you?
Who knows me better than you?
And who rides with you?
Who knows me better than you?
Oh you do