Текст: The Melvins. Stoner Witch. Shevil.

It's nice to take a narrow man
And hold in a heaven
Grab it hold of for lamb
You try to deafen me
And leave it for shaving
Man over for same, yeah

Ben stars in all my wars and more
They're gonna act in emergency
When he beats them down and haunt it all away

It's nice to pick a lame vein
And mold it for metal
Raw load is a grand
Budweiser eppen me
Ex-ect us for favors
Why one does a hang child

Piston story yeah
And sorta sorry
Wind highs are living
Well, you all come cold
When we sell are soul, yeah