The Kicking Machine

Any more lazy, He wont eat or speak, Running, raving, headlessly, little horned animal. They will boil in poison, Forget everything, Running, raving, headlessly, Animal is homeless. *Wicked Rock-out times like only The Melvins could supply* Round head, so big He's here to pulverize 'em down for the many My god, it's all remaining My man, so big Keeps me here to pulverize 'em down for the many My god, it's all remaining