The Melvins - Magic Pig Detective lyrics

Low soul in a manic Feels so only queen A deep tripe for a wander aimless Just fakes his green Cause I say no you're mine And I'm no only nine feed You got a cross confusing my ages Not yet more me Cause I say you're in a ready Bleach-hearted boy wretched voice indeed A prosthetic you waiting to destroy Two sides to Dylan's haw hee Feeling like a cemetery Karpick a what is in me A drill a sin try to k** 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 k**in' like a hundred an fifteen in Feed Birmingham.