Melvins Dead Dressed Lyrics

One tenth of her.
I feel her talking thru my stand-up hairs.
Which of you, or does he touch them,
or is he daft. It's hard boys.
Alone and old, it's really like her,
it wears her clothes,
I might be, I might be.
But you're not me and you don't know I'm back
in the mine. Don't be afraid my love
for you to die. It stands its ground as i stand mine. The ex-flesh of the temperature, I'm just as beautiful as your light allows.