Grinding Process — Melvins

sitting in your smile chair I sniff here lips and spit he keeps on calling lies of those less fortunate

I must exterminate the lucky hunch and guilt I win my lottery

My fingers need a bath he moves around and licks she chokes her dying breath and does it in my face

her sticky druggy sticks to my more waiting flesh it doesn't number mine

for my last kiss to taste for my last kiss to taste

that I know it is wrong but I'm waiting to see how very long I can keep up the pace