מילים לשיר Grinding Process – The Melvins

sitting in your smile chair I sniff here lips and spit he keeps on calling lies of those less fortunate the lucky hunch and guilt
I must exterminate I win my lottery he moves around and licks My fingers need a bath she chokes her dying breath and does it in my face her sticky druggy sticks it doesn't number mine
to my more waiting flesh 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.