Melvins The Kicking Machine
Any more lazy,
He wont eat or speak,
Running, raving, headlessly,
little horned animal.
They will boil in poison,
Forget everything,
Running, raving, headlessly,
Animal is homeless.
*Wicked Rock-out times like only The Melvins could supply*
Round head, so big
He's here to pulverize 'em down for the many
My god, it's all remaining
My man, so big
Keeps me here to pulverize 'em down for the many
My god, it's all remaining
