Lyrics Divorced - Tool , Melvins
DIVORCED
Music:
Melvins,
Tool,
Vincent
de
Franco
Lyrics:
Dale
Crover
Are
you
really
gonna
kiss
my
floor,
son?
Are
you
really
gonna
keep
me
a
fighter?
Are
you
really
gonna
get
my
shoes
off?
Are
you
really
gonna
get
my
Chinza?
I′ve
had
ee-ree-nough
Let
them
pre-tend
I
have
a
dorsal
This
is
him
and
there's
a
siren
turnin′
And
holds
a
dark'nin'
centre
And
your
death
will
profit
off
me
And
I′m
goin′
and
I'm
goin′
and
goin'
and
I′m
runnin'
I′m
goin.
Aaaaaaarrghh
I
went
away
And
nothin'
violent
passed
my
fist
And
the
tomatoe
just
gone
to
peel
fruit
And
none
of
me
remember
all
or
nothing
They
had
to
understamp
us
I've
got
a
church
bomb
and
a
download
And
don′t
forget
y′all
to
run
away
Agree
to
the
thing
now
that
you'd
never
say
Let
them
pre-tend
I
have
a
dorsal
This
is
him
and
there′s
a
siren
turnin'
And
holds
a
dark′nin'
centre
And
I
know
that
I′m
runnin'
hard
Sfdherh
ephgeewfnmn
sdnujnefw.
Aaaaaaarrghh
(Unintelligible
whispering)
"...What
about
Ryan?"
"I
believe
he
lost
the
number
for
that
girl
he
met
down
here."
"Oh,
Adam
said
she's
a
beauty."
"Is
she
the
one
that
had
that
fucked-up
voice?"
"Is
she
a
Rocket
Scientist?"
"She′s
the
one
that
sounds
like
the
fuckin′...
She
has
a
voice
like
a
fuckin'
modem,
dude."
"Ha-ha!
Sounds
perfect!"
"Rooaaaagaharyandaasjhrydaaaafcabym?!"
"He
he
he!"
"When
he
got
the
work
up
there,
you
know
Ryan,
he
gets
all
into
work
And
he′s
prepared
to
like,
forget
that
he
has
a
dick."
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