Goggles Lyrics

Melvins Goggles

Of weak intesity of sheer velocity
Silver boy gone but he left his hand
Happpy to chain Leave all his things
Get right and heave it
May be taste a few

Disguise dis all of you
Violence try to make me follow
I'm not a dog
But yes I will
Untell my visions clear I'll not fith here
The last thing I need is time to feed