Teksty: The Melvins. Stag. Bloat.

Ain't nothing to the notice, 800 miles of prime
We be plain Jack belt loaded, ha
I pause, I holler, still powder line
Selling bulge egg tourniquette, ha

The more you know the brain
The more it homocide
Belt strip telephone, ha
Give me 46, give me 45
Can't place down dance stone, ha