Melvins - Houdini Lyrics
Hooch
Los ticka toe rest. Might likea sender doe ree.
Your make a doll a ray day sender bright like a penelty.
Exi-tease my ray day member half lost a beat away.
Purst in like a one way sender war give a heart like a fay.
Cause I can ford a red eed only street a wide a ree land.
Die-mond make a mid-evil bike a sake a like a ree caste.
Cause I can ford a red eed only street a wide a ree land.
On a ree land. Find a ree land.
You sink a my swan. Rolly a get a worst in.
Maybe minus way far central poor forty duck a pin.
Milk maid dud bean. Master a load a head.
Pill pop a dope a well run general hash pump a gonna led.
Writer: ROGER OSBOURNE
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.
Night Goat
She walk my way to fee
And I grunt my teeth
It's more like hundred milo
And I know more me
But you can make my teeth growl
You can make my underwell
It's a big dark world now
It's a big dark Hell
Los sitar watch out for your tails
Like of course a timely man
Like a hog dance
Like a pig dare
Mind-warp deceptor wan
Wait a minute I caught defouled
And I felt it groan
She meant to hold the bar down
And she cleaned my nose
I look so peaceful
I look so underwell
I ain't got no mouthful
I ain't got no tail
You look like such a worldly man
Like a sinner tossed on the wind
Like a hotel
Like a piston
Like a well old man away
Rock sides supports them would you wail
Like a tosser timely man
Like a hard descend
Like a cyst stone
Like a well-worn dance stone why
Writer: ROGER OSBOURNE
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Lizzy
I'm sin done in water
You might be over hill.
He's somebody's daughter
As far as Liz well knows.
Send me a black one
Other than a big sun
Open with a castrate
A mystery mind.
He sits her with father
We seem so in a two.
Open up a C.A.T. scan
White leather free land
Wishy little be scar
Half-made mind.
Elvis had a daughter
Not half-boned siksura.
Heavy Betty big bone
Little kitty fig bomb
I'm no feet less
Give me one.
Eat more with your collar
Calling m-m-m-me in May.
Time is a big one
Only have to free us all
Misery to hope laid
Have them with the bong hit
Exit measured one seive
And I'm break and kicking Gary
Wringin' with the clothes bend
I hang my bong.
Writer: ROGER OSBOURNE
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Goin' Blind
And I know how it's to be
There is nothing more for you and I
Some are young and some are free
But I think I'm goin' blind
'Cause I think I'm goin' blind
And I know how it should be
Little lady, can't you see
You're so young and so much different than I?
I'm ninety-three, you're sixteen
Can't you see I'm goin' blind?
'Cause I think I'm goin' blind
And I know how it should be
'cause I think I'm goin' blind
And I know how it should be
You're much younger; can't you see?
There is nothing more for you and I
I'm ninety-three, you're sixteen
And I think I'm goin' blind
Yes, I think I'm goin' blind
And I know how it should be
Writer: GENE SIMMONS, STEVE CORONEL
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Universal Music Publishing Group, REACH MUSIC PUBLISHING, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Honey Bucket
In times of bella foe fa lies cobalt cast and clean.
I gotta motor fare the wheel real fast and fear.
Tri-jacking blackened for moi, handcuffs and special keys.
Triple lies and neckties divide. This will be his size.
Throw my case of Plasticine down. Maybe after you won't let it.
Ain't about to pick my rounds. This is in my way.
Plop is fast as my hole's down. Green glass and most of all.
Been around the somber town, maybe in the wall.
Writer: Roger Osbourne
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Hag Me
I got my ceiling
Motor and mail
I only know the ceiling mouth.
I make my cell
Yellow the sound
That emanates from under.
Give me an gravity
Your right left leg
Hole in my hazer gives me you.
Cat say you'll never keep my breath
It's wise to think you'll try.
I grow the piston
I see the right'un only
Make see the right'un
Gee knows the bitter roundly.
Reachin' and growin'
All things in file
Give me the air to make my
To hope for more
Antenna
Tee take the sender.
I stole your gravity
I damn your how
Don't hag me with your false green.
I grow the piston
I see the right'un only
They see the right'un
Gee knows the bitter roundly.
Lay sin an own ay like a barb
Baby freighk haybay, dee.
I'm in a lie, mida make a moo
Cross a stake rollin' the why.
Hey, hey, hey, hey.
Writer: ROGER OSBOURNE
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.
Set Me Straight
I know something that you would never believe
I wish I was able to finally make you agree.
Now you set me straight
And you told me things
Then erased my slate
I'll do what you say
As long as you feel
And I can be had
Without sex appeal
I know something that you would never believe
I wish I was able to finally make you agree.
It's times like this, baby, that makes it all seem worthwhile
I'm lookin' for something that I can find in a smile.
Now you set me straight
And you told me things
Then erased my slate
I'll do what you say
As long as you kneel
And I can be had
Without sex appeal.
Writer: ROGER OSBOURNE
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Sky Pup
Next time you gimme your gaze
Think about mork sinny goal
That tricky grass for me
Aw, T.V. you're in my nose
Oh, baby, baby, big red bally
Ain't it just a big ol' ball?
My baby, you're not crazy
Might be you're lone
[cough cough]
[choke]
Come on, gimme a drag
Bambino, see your diamond landing
Well baby, you're not so mean
Tell you like a horny nuclear
This damn baby, she wants my skillo
Hawk sooner I'm a witness
You like, like...hog
Lazy bread in your cocktail
Kurt mazy you're not bad
My only dude you are my best friend
She's cat damned
Damn, damned easy
My head's a big smile
Writer: ROGER OSBOURNE
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.
Joan Of Arc
Moss in the morning let's you in
Is it a field day make me sin
It's only warm, might let you stay
Moss in the morning might be way
Chase
Learnin'
Finally
On your ray
Might be bey
Lucky day
Now
How could you ever morse it down
Extra often is not my sound
She'd better hope an you better mind
Mix me over might left be wide
Writer: ROGER OSBOURNE
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.
Teet
I've seen a friend go ride you host away the peel
My leaving bedroom for my carving wheel
Joke Mister join the Navy ain't so sad in awe
Half of the jay gone century cat the call
Toast no indee gone aim no want to be a ray
She's not afraid to fear more chaste with me
Ask not and you won't find it ride
Acting like over gentry
Maybe you're in hair
Ace like a big and hairy happy sad
Toast no indee gone aim no want to be a ray
She's not afraid to fear more chaste with me
Ask not and you won't find it ride
Writer: ROGER OSBOURNE
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.
Copache
You can feel like a hole in the groaner
For rolly grow lil' Crover
I go like a piece of minola
Tramp go like terminal wow.
Writer: ROGER OSBOURNE
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.
Pearl Bomb
Croak radio gives me the shakes.
That's no surprise
Cause I can feel both barrels of your eyes.
Understand what I'm saying just like a hole beat red.
You think I'm bine.
You take a leg.
You feel a nice teen tone bime-b-b-bye.
Left dog.
See big, boy, after
Your dirty little tee bits all in seeing my meat.
I took a team of you. Your bo-dy.
For left-ov-er your sane.
Green water like a sugar back I bet your bine.
Read both bladder steps of foamy decline.
Limbo. Lacky. Sucker.
Yes her limbo baba's at home
And they cry like half-dead dog bug.
Writer: ROGER OSBOURNE
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
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