Melvins - Let It All Be lyrics
[Melvins - Let It All Be lyrics]
When did it begin? And will it ever end?
The way you take the muscle from the song
And kinda swing it you lay it on
And I ain't one of your friends
You're losing all the green
And now you say it now why would that be me?
And why would I agree? To keep it in my head
And what you think is cold
It's the nature of my soul sorry man
I ain't gonna be told let it all be
I wonder why you put this on me
I speak my mind it's sorta funny
I'm violent with the hands in my head
They kinda move but movin gets me nowhere
Now you can all decide
And you can tell your lies
But who you call your friends
And what you think is cold
It's the nature of my soul sorry man
I ain't gonna be told let it all be
"I stood there in the middle of the
If i could see anything but
All I could see was
Beera collectible (i'm a bookworm)
$450 a room where I stayed
Nazi'smy life nothing ever prepared me for
Since mymoved in
Not to take pity on a poor soul
And I haven't since once spilled
Beer but now I have
I've never seenaddicted to my super beer
Have a proper ending it's ended"
Ten little Indians heart in hand
Lookin for the blood of the White Man
Lookin for the day when I can be an Indian
After all this time i get my revenge
But, I, I ain't no Indian i have to kill
With what I can
Dream of their fall, dream of their death
The way you take the muscle from the song
And kinda swing it you lay it on
And I ain't one of your friends
You're losing all the green
And now you say it now why would that be me?
And why would I agree? To keep it in my head
And what you think is cold
It's the nature of my soul sorry man
I ain't gonna be told let it all be
I wonder why you put this on me
I speak my mind it's sorta funny
I'm violent with the hands in my head
They kinda move but movin gets me nowhere
Now you can all decide
And you can tell your lies
But who you call your friends
And what you think is cold
It's the nature of my soul sorry man
I ain't gonna be told let it all be
"I stood there in the middle of the
If i could see anything but
All I could see was
Beera collectible (i'm a bookworm)
$450 a room where I stayed
Nazi'smy life nothing ever prepared me for
Since mymoved in
Not to take pity on a poor soul
And I haven't since once spilled
Beer but now I have
I've never seenaddicted to my super beer
Have a proper ending it's ended"
Ten little Indians heart in hand
Lookin for the blood of the White Man
Lookin for the day when I can be an Indian
After all this time i get my revenge
But, I, I ain't no Indian i have to kill
With what I can
Dream of their fall, dream of their death