| 作词 : Melvins | |
| #2 Pencil inside me | |
| And the lead is yards deep in my face | |
| Lick your tongue | |
| Flat on the glass lathe | |
| Smell the smell, the big P of this | |
| Roll your head, chop my blood in yours | |
| Leech the pain they drove in us | |
| Count on this: Call off the land, true | |
| To be used, and then you call me yours. |
| zuo ci : Melvins | |
| 2 Pencil inside me | |
| And the lead is yards deep in my face | |
| Lick your tongue | |
| Flat on the glass lathe | |
| Smell the smell, the big P of this | |
| Roll your head, chop my blood in yours | |
| Leech the pain they drove in us | |
| Count on this: Call off the land, true | |
| To be used, and then you call me yours. |
| zuò cí : Melvins | |
| 2 Pencil inside me | |
| And the lead is yards deep in my face | |
| Lick your tongue | |
| Flat on the glass lathe | |
| Smell the smell, the big P of this | |
| Roll your head, chop my blood in yours | |
| Leech the pain they drove in us | |
| Count on this: Call off the land, true | |
| To be used, and then you call me yours. |