The Melvins. Stag. Captain Pungent. Zeneszám

Daylight time of ten, feel of a monster
Right here the wilds grow, we ain't got a foot hold
But be nice afraid the future to be in now
Neck ties, fir survive the rest to be only forty-nine

[Incomprehensible] brown body says, pull in full red
Light so protect and demand but I it ride
I've been damned, gonna lie here all a land lone
A next size lotus alive the rest to be only forty nine