Letra de Suicide In Progress - Melvins

There's a little animal, way up in the air
My nose and tongue are roving, but maybe it's not there

There's a little man now, in the middle of the earth
He gives himself these orders and let it all be burned

There are lots of makeshift wonders, seven in the world
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Five of them will not be noticed and three will not be heard

There's a meal there's a window, there's a face that you can't see
You can keep what you've stolen, just give it back to me
I vow to taste my vengence, even if they dare
Maybe his time is coming, and maybe he's better off