Melvins Album

All of them--they must be slaughtered
All of them--they must be slaughtered

The father, the son
They guide the lowly goat
The mind it takes to end a plea
He wants the best for all of us

All of them--they must be slaughtered
All of them--they must be slaughtered

The father, the son
They guide the lowly goat
The mind it takes to end a plea
He wants the best for all of us

The shining Chinese
Holding yang
What's the difference
A light for all time
The buried secret
Sings together
What's the hurry
You're not Harry
To lose your mind
Keep it open

Nasty nature done for meat, have you cut with all three knives?
Sing light for empty suite, lovely butterflies.
Have you ever only eaten what's alive?
Gut the thing for meat Skin cooker for the hide
Cooked on the inside I have a belly full of prime,
crawling through my intestine
Gristle thick, pork chop, rot tine the lovely butterflys

Can you end their tiny prophecy?
Have the only other lies in trusting all again?
Listen to the baby sigh
It's only happening the boiling rose of love
This green is mine world
Is the only air installed the soldiers sighing way
I've got an industry
To have the fill is not to save

And all this time we're free from the void
The world's darkening for me, and I can't fight
The wheels all the way, the underside

Don't break me down to sleep
Don't bruise my head
Don't break me down to sleep
Don't bruise my head

Please be clear - die, sleep
First we fear - I sleep
Fast asleep, fast asleep
First we can, then we sleep
Fast asleep, fast asleep

Don't break me down to sleep
Don't bruise my head
Don't break me down to sleep
Don't bruise my head

(wollt ihr den totalen krieg? wenn in gott...deutschland
uber auf...totalen...totalen sieg heil...total und radikal...ein die
aus erden...total und radikal)

Yeaaaaaaaaah! Yeaaaaaaaaah!

You'll always have a home here to make whatever kind of records you want
We don't do special packaging for bands that haven't gone gold!
They rejected your video...so what do you want us to do?
You should consider yourself lucky, any other major label woulda dropped you by now.
The people here in radio just don't like your band.
At least your records are in the stores.
Well we won't do a thing unless the single moves
He's in a meeting, can he call you right back?

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Follow the rhyme, this time it's alright
Opening so vitally,
Left to ride
Drowning in over be I let it out
Greedy for sympathy, and doubt
And all the rabbits have come and dine

Half my summary, half my sense
Took a whole lot of money, saved it for defense
A man with a grin, smiled at me
With a tip of his hand, threatened to let go of me
He made it all go down, took off my coat
But I bid him, for good
It was here I'd off the lum, he wanted nine for all his own

Little baby, rattle sharp candy and I wanna stick around
What the world needs now, wings and the know-how
Greet him with a grin
This little fatherless sings in a modernly until you're old
With a synonym we let it all begin again...far away

(And um, right, so I'm gonna go out to that place where the crash in
Corona was, you know, Roswell. And uh I'm trying to get Ben to stay
the night out near white sands and, um, he said that he's a little
worried about alien abductions--and, I'm kinda excited about it.
Anyway, talk to you later. Bye)

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