Melvins - No.2 Pencil - Текст песни

#2 Pencil inside me 


And the lead is yards deep in my face 


Lick your tongue 


Flat on the glass lathe 


Smell the smell, the big P of this 


Roll your head, chop my blood in yours 


Leech the pain they drove in us 


Count on this: Call off the land, true 


To be used, and then you call me yours.