作词 : Melvins | |
#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. |
zuo ci : Melvins | |
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. |
zuò cí : Melvins | |
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. |