| Song | Up The Dumper |
| Artist | Melvins |
| Album | The Bootlicker |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Osborne | |
| UP THE DUMPER | |
| Na-na-na-now | |
| At least then I'm all rested. | |
| I can't deny | |
| I won't let that harm man in | |
| It won't be long now, | |
| Still warming you up. | |
| I can't believe | |
| Enough you Band-Aid girl | |
| Holding me high | |
| You stand there all laugh and | |
| It wont be long 'til I'm holding you more distant | |
| And I got the fever of your ridicule. | |
| Oh, oh. | |
| Time for the pill | |
| In your faulty stomach, you. | |
| Give in my heart | |
| Cross lines with the vial on you. | |
| It wont be long 'til I'm holding you, mouldy stump | |
| And I got the front of all your ridicule | |
| Oh, oh. |
| zuo ci : Osborne | |
| UP THE DUMPER | |
| Nanananow | |
| At least then I' m all rested. | |
| I can' t deny | |
| I won' t let that harm man in | |
| It won' t be long now, | |
| Still warming you up. | |
| I can' t believe | |
| Enough you BandAid girl | |
| Holding me high | |
| You stand there all laugh and | |
| It wont be long ' til I' m holding you more distant | |
| And I got the fever of your ridicule. | |
| Oh, oh. | |
| Time for the pill | |
| In your faulty stomach, you. | |
| Give in my heart | |
| Cross lines with the vial on you. | |
| It wont be long ' til I' m holding you, mouldy stump | |
| And I got the front of all your ridicule | |
| Oh, oh. |
| zuò cí : Osborne | |
| UP THE DUMPER | |
| Nanananow | |
| At least then I' m all rested. | |
| I can' t deny | |
| I won' t let that harm man in | |
| It won' t be long now, | |
| Still warming you up. | |
| I can' t believe | |
| Enough you BandAid girl | |
| Holding me high | |
| You stand there all laugh and | |
| It wont be long ' til I' m holding you more distant | |
| And I got the fever of your ridicule. | |
| Oh, oh. | |
| Time for the pill | |
| In your faulty stomach, you. | |
| Give in my heart | |
| Cross lines with the vial on you. | |
| It wont be long ' til I' m holding you, mouldy stump | |
| And I got the front of all your ridicule | |
| Oh, oh. |