MELVINS LYRICS

1. III

[Instrumental]

2. The Bloated Pope

Are you of got to ree
Got force to ready

Drop dead more
Struck blind cause you're making me sick

Back dud lee
Insect for the crawling mother

I know who which one of you
Outside and I got no clue

All you a gots your tears
It's all to make my money

I know who to one of you
Sometime and I crawl to steal

A back blood lean
Outside an all the narrow

I know who which one of you
I want more to find the care

Hello, moshi moshi...

3. Toadi Acceleratio

[Instrumental]

4. Pigs Of The Roman Empire

[Instrumental]

5. Pink Bat

My batteries are low. Please change my Triple A batteries.

Peace sign be a time be a part of the grind.

And If I'm gonna say it with a hole in the bottom what
I want said I really want it in line

even though Dear God She just wanna blend

be a max Take ball of wax of backs until it coming from our hand.

Can I foresee the dimes a cross and the ceiling
there’s a Boner on the horse you wish I ride.

Now I pulled into line to do see (she?) do pulled by
for a look for a little bit of light
see the boss cause he’s gonna ride my mind
she’s gone tonight

be enforced with the rack cause she’s goin to dododo
to the peni for the petal in the eyes.

That is right Mr. Cool
I don’t listen to you

motor mouth talking shit when your living up the the
corpse of a body of a simian that is dead
and the crime for eternal

and his soul is hole in my mind that I leave with a
fore and it’s a forehead traction too blue site feel
full and a bullet for the real..

She’ll get it sail

Look-into to rip your mind out

The big sail
Rip your tail
We’re driving in an no wind

What you find
what you need

All you wanna do is sit and breed

"A tea bag ha ha ha"

6. ZZZZ Best

[Instrumental]

7. Safety Third

Do you
Find me
Dumb?

Do?

Blind is a nail stinking in my head
Gonna be a hero when its all over

8. Idolatrous Apostate

Tie muscle down on it
Die with your boots on
Got nothing but style
Run around red line
But it ain't no where
They feel like rated
All cider too
Turn around insane
Free wives to the wooden
His bones make do
My sin firing down
Five boys five days
Idolatrous

9. [Untitled]

[Instrumental]





MELVINS LYRICS