Melvins

i'm sin done in water
you might be over here
here's somebody's daughter
as far as less well knows

sin me a black one
muzzled in a big saw
hoping we would castrate
the mystery man

he sits lonely fodder
we seem so inept to

open up a gas can
while i lend a free hand
we should let a beast or
half-made man

elvis had a daughter
not have bones sing to her

heavy very big bones
little kid with big bones
i have no feelings
so give me one

eat more with your caller
calling me me me me

time is a big war
lonely and a bit sore
misery and hopeless
have it twisted for me
and she makes me want to see
i break a piece and carry
rig it with a clothes pin
and hang my bones