Melvins - Goggles - Текст песни

Of weak intesity of sheer velocity

Silver boy gone but he left his hand

Happpy to chain Leave all his things

Get right and heave it

May be taste a few


Disguise dis all of you

Violence try to make me follow

I'm not a dog

But yes I will

Untell my visions clear I'll not fith here

The last thing I need is time to feed