MAGIC PIG DETECTIVE
Low soul in a manic
Feels so only queen
A deep tripe for a wander aimless
Just fakes his green
Cuz I say no you're mine
And I'm no only nine feed
You got a cross confusing my ages
Not yet more me
Cuz I say you're in a ready
Bleach-hearted boy wretched voice indeed
A prosthetic you waitin to destroy
Two sides to Dylan's haw hee
Feeling like a cemetary
Karpick a what is in me
A drill a sin try to kill it
I sit on a quire haw hee
Gettin like a titty single only
A bottom make a cell it's time to bleed
Tee, la-la hee-hee
Pig try to give it to you
Killin like a hundred an fifteen in
Feed Birmingham
Magic Pig Detective Lyrics performed by Melvins are property and copyright of the authors, artists and labels. You should note that Magic Pig Detective Lyrics performed by Melvins is only provided for educational purposes only and if you like the song you should buy the CD