Allergic to Food

Melvins

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We hanker for the thrill of her body's
Everlasting moan, that's his right

Such terrible trying times
Forgive us for all we've done

Money-logic rules every day
We have to be careful

Someone out there taking her wrap off
The party's over
Three hundred brothers, all of her party's
Devilistic moan, repeat her

The holy man faces the master
The runners will be here soon

I don't wanna talk to her
I was going to kill myself

It may take a few days
Little rings on the table

Are you outta your mind?
The little bastard scares me

Intolerable way I'm faking war
No tactics at all

I like to seize power
I'm touching your jewels

Such terrible trying times
Forgive us for all we've done

I don't wanna talk to her
I was going to kill myself

Someone out there taking her wrap off
The party's over