The Fool, The Meddling Idiot Melvins

I can feed
From the angel
On down here
To blow my mind
I'm away
From the nail
All we be
Will come alive
And you are
My horrid
Rotten rings are wrong

Away from the mangle where we don't need
I got the one to make me alright

We ride
For never
Nothing can or will
Rise
We fight
At zero
Come holy rise 'round
Do you will?
We will in
Hired hand for the eye