Magic Pig Detective - Melvins

Low soul in a manic

Feels so only queen

A deep tripe for a wander aimless

Just fakes his green

Cuz I say no you’re mine

And I’m no only nine feed

You got a cross confusing my ages

Not yet more me

Cuz I say you’re in a ready

Bleach-hearted boy wretched voice indeed

A prosthetic you waitin to destroy

Two sides to Dylan’s haw hee

Feeling like a cemetary

Karpick a what is in me

A drill a sin try to kill it

I sit on a quire haw hee

Gettin like a titty single only

A bottom make a cell it’s time to bleed

Tee, la-la hee-hee

Pig try to give it to you

Killin like a hundred an fifteen in

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