Goggles lyrics

Of weak intensity of sheer velocity

Silver boy gone but he left his hand

Happy to chain Leave all his things

Get right and heave it

May be taste a few

Disguise this all of you

Violence try to make me follow

I'm not a dog

But yes I will

Until my visions clear I'll not fit here

The last thing I need is time to feed

• Artist:Melvins
• Album:Stag (1996)