Billy Fish - Melvins

My eyes are needles

Your eyes not so narrow

Another wind and we were finished for a while

My love head wound and your free head wound

Don’t know but I even wanna try to be

Wake up, come on!

Your tongue makes it happen

A little prince with a coat and the money in his hands

I got my heaven wooden

And you’re not my ground

And we are all just alive

I just don’t like…

And I can hear

Not so you’d know

The hand a man needs

And then one will alone

Buckets… big kids

…place where it’s sold

Soon be outgrown

Bloody… and past…

Least of… it goes unspoken

You should have known

Water’s high, my clock’s stopped ticking

This body’s cold

Still going bolder

Hey!