Melvins - Divorced | Текст песни

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Are you really gonna kiss my floor, son?

Are you really gonna keep me a fighter?

Are you really gonna get my shoes off?

Are you really gonna get my Chinza?

I`ve had ee-ree-nough

Let them pre-tend I have a dorsal

This is him and there`s a siren turnin`

And holds a dark`nin` centre

And your death will profit off me

And I`m goin` and I`m goin` and goin` and I`m runnin` I`m goin.

Aaaaaaarrghh

I went away

And nothin` violent passed my fist

And the tomatoe just gone to peel fruit

And none of me remember all or nothing

They had to understamp us

I`ve got a church bomb and a download

And don`t forget y`all to run away

Agree to the thing now that you`d never say

Let them pre-tend I have a dorsal

This is him and there`s a siren turnin`

And holds a dark`nin` centre

And I know that I`m runnin` hard

sfdherh ephgeewfnmn sdnujnefw.

Aaaaaaarrghh

(unintelligible whispering)

"...What about Ryan?"

"I believe he lost the number for that girl he met down here."

"Oh, Adam said she`s a beauty."

"Is she the one that had that fucked-up voice?"

"Is she a Rocket Scientist?"

"She`s the one that sounds like the fuckin`...

she has a voice like a fuckin` modem, dude."

"Ha-ha! Sounds perfect!"

"Rooaaaagaharyandaasjhrydaaaafcabym?!"

"He he he!"

"When he got the work up there, you know Ryan, he gets all into work

and he`s prepared to like, forget that he has a dick."

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