DIVORCEDMusic: Melvins, Tool, Vincent de FrancoLyrics: Dale CroverAre 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-noughLet them pre-tend I have a dorsalThis is him and there's a siren turnin'And holds a dark'nin' centreAnd your death will profit off meAnd I'm goin' and I'm goin' and goin' and I'm runnin' I'm goin.AaaaaaarrghhI went awayAnd nothin' violent passed my fistAnd the tomatoe just gone to peel fruitAnd none of me remember all or nothingThey had to understamp usI've got a church bomb and a downloadAnd don't forget y'all to run awayAgree to the thing now that you'd never sayLet them pre-tend I have a dorsalThis is him and there's a siren turnin'And holds a dark'nin' centreAnd I know that I'm runnin' hardsfdherh 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 $#&@ed-up voice?""Is she a Rocket Scientist?""She's the one that sounds like the $#&@in'...she has a voice like a $#&@in' 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."