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Melvins




Melvins Album



08/18/2003
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Los ticka toe rest.
Might likea sender doe ree.
Your make a doll a ray day sender bright like a penelty.
Exi-tease my ray day member half lost a beat away.
Purst in like a one way sender war give a heart like a fay.
Cuz I can ford a red eed only street a wide a ree land.
Die-mond make a mid-evil bike a sake a like a ree caste.
Cuz I can ford a red eed only street a wide a ree land.
On a ree land. Find a ree land.
You sink a my swan.
Rolly a get a worst in.
Maybe minus way far central poor forty duck a pin.
Milk maid dud bean. Master a load a head.
Pill pop a dope a well run general hash pump a gonna led.

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I'm sin done in water
You might be over hill
He's somebody's daughter
As far as Liz well knows

Sin me a black one
Bubbled in a big sun
Open with a cast ray
A mystery mind

He sits her with father
We seem so in a two

Open up a C.A.T. scan
White leather free land
Wishy little be scar
Half-made mind

Elvis had a daughter
Not half-boned siksura

Heavy Betty big bone
Little kitty fig bomb
I'm no feet less
Keep me one

Eat more with your collar
Call egg mig mig me in May

Time is a big one
Only have to free us all
Misery to hope laid
Have them with the bong hit
Exit measured one seev
And I'm break and kickin Gary
I'm riggin with the clothes bend
I hang my bong

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Eight times a fell a foe fi
Like overcast and clean
I gotta motor felt the wheel
Real fashion peel.
Try jackin blacken for more
Handcuff for special keys
Tribblize and neck down divide
This'll be his size.

Throw the case a plasticine down
Maybe after you more lay
Ain't about to pick my rounds
Sister's in my way.
I'm as fast as my own stand
Clean glass and most of all
Been around the sore retain
Language in the wall.

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I know something that you would never believe
I wish I was able to finally make you a queen.

Now, you set me straight
You told me things
That heroes must make
I'll do what you say
As long as you feel
And I can be had
Without sex appeal

I know something that you would never believe
I wish I was able to finally make you a queen.
It's times like this, Baby that makes it all seem worthwhile.
I'm lookin' for something that I can find in a smile

Now, you set me straight
You told me things
That heroes must make
I'll do what you say
As long as you kneel
And I can be had
Without sex appeal.

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Croak radio gives me the shakes. That's no surprise
Cuz I can feel both barrels of your eyes. Understand
what I'm sayin just like a hole beat red. You think
I'm bine. You take a leg. You feel a nice teen tone
bime-b-b-bye. Left dog. See big, boy, after your
dirty little tee bits all in seein my meat. I took a
team of you. Your bo-dy. For left-ov-er your sane.

Green water like a sugarback I bet your bine. Read
both bladder steps of foamy decline. Limbo. Lacky.
Sucker. Yes her limbo baba's at home and they cry
like half-dead dog bug.

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As a measure of a soul
Like a dumb run: bring your fear
You and me, we got the same air going
Breathing here
You got sent the cold water you're in
Like someone left to could half breathing
Maybe me and the Queen could take another order
Lock it away

Oh little wish it away
I got time to wish away
Little wish it away

Head look about for freedom
Like a do-mo bring on feel
I might take the T-mind looker
Love and see
High tongue hit the cold wide looker
Aw Damien has the free minds mover
Maybe me and the Queen could give a side order
Love it away, yeah!

Oh little wish it away
I got time to wish away
Little wish it away
She don't hang

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Seeing ready chee Like I sold your way
You make a mold of me Shake it, like it Yesterday
I'm a shot down smile I can free your tail Right ?!

I got a motor ready so ready I
I got a motive so that I don't.

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Freedom or lies Step from, walk away
You gotta hold your time You gotta hit it with the right of way
Maybe if you like to fight for any like of what's seen
Either way it's sane Either way it's gotta mean
Red sister might be chokin' But I ain't about that kind
It'a a beat with the rythm of a body that was born to lose two times

Hey big body He said that i'm a true fortune lie
Held my shoulder Big pointy looks, big broken knives

They might try to hide They have to answer both dead sense
You might be right I could afford either way in
Poison dandilion forms cross
Big spoke down cross Stick your head on the line
The flavor might be missin' He's last to cross that anyway
You can bet he can fiddle with the brothers to the power
of another day

Hey big body He said that I'm a true fortune lie
Held my shoulder Big pointy looks, big broken knives

Two of them stole my might One of them stole my time
Didn't you say what you wanted
Denied

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BULL! / YOU SQUARE!
Is it all on your demand?
Seems as to
Where I see, yeah!
I'm for the Gingeree
Miss it all Miss it all

Get Loud! Make War! Make freedom!
Key!
Get loud! Make war! Make freedom!
Key !
Get loud! Make War! Make Freedom !
Key!
In the light of Gingeree
I'll warm and hold the key
Been warned in time
I let the War man die.

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June Bug

[No lyrics]

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This is for cows
It's not for the size of me
Into my mouth
Nine-hundred and fourteen

Try some force
Try to lead
The foundling die is close determinate
Raise head and stomp the blood
I'm not even sound raide

I'm alive
I got the silver
And I wonder
What will you follow?
When your head is not in order
And I'm stomping your little
How can you laugh
How can you lie awake
Making me drive
Making my heart a
Not too fat
Not to lean /
The foundling die, is close excitedly
Raise head and stomp the blood
I'm not even soundly

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Big slide across bitter by hiding hold a hail
Sit down and hold this town infever
This mind is most of all like a vulture on a nail
And now he knows distorting feeler hell
this time he knows distorting
Be now the first of all by the low end on avoid
It's a pig in's an eye it's a soul it's a seether
Big eye and hold it all by the riding on a head
Dig down in the voice dic-storting feeler hell
Chicks hid the most dic-storting

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Follow lead point to my head
We got Dresden solid dead
I ain't gonna stand leaking from my hand
Don't like the front of me on a mand
Be still the messagly
Distending a modern tale
By phone line
Might have seen
On read by rhyme
The violence stirke and spare
Seems fortified down square
What is the quality reaching low fo side
My tears intendedly bonified
You still motor high
Reach sending a modern tease
Right phone line
High voice tone
Forty lee and four a why

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I cut the throat of the billy goat and let it bleed
His frozen eyes were far more than I
It's kind of nice to know the things that make me happy
Just realize keep the dog away from me
I found it don't matter when
It's not nice to feel alone inside
This little goat won't mind
All my fear are just vanishing
And the blood will let me find a way
Will open heaven
Down in here all my dreams are filled
Good and bad they seem to be the same
And never lonely
If I just let this power in
It will work it will make me feel O.K.
Be sure forever

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You Should have told
But I could't find her
And tell her
I can't see
Be steady
got a line
On a system for that's right
Be ready To mind it
On distant man of war
Get another hold over or wheel indeed
Jimmy boy got a knck on a lead but it sold so rare
And funny but it's cold for this here time of year
Been days and a night for sitting on his knee
Bandana in hail and he

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