Artist: bush
Song: dead meat
Album: The Science Of Things
Year: 1999
Your dead meat
Your dead meat
Your dead meat
Your
It's your dead meat from former days
I am your crisis
Blue asbestos in your veins
I'm your broken fingers
I've killed you twice, I will again
Revenge is eager
See first you'll crash
And then you'll burn
Dorothy died for your pleasure
It's hard to get along
In this car crash weather, weather
Your dead meat
Your dead meat
Your dead meat
Your
Is your dead meat formaldehyde?
Didn't phase me
I soon returned to track you down
For your confession
I'll be your poison and your pain
I'll be your struggle to be sane
Exploited, lament
And the places you never went
Dorothy died for your pleasure
It's hard to get along
In this car crash weather
Car crash weather
Dorothy died for your pleasure
It's hard to get along
In this car crash weather
Car crash weather
Car crash weather, weather
I'm doing you in tomorrow
That's why I'm dressed in all this sorrow
I'm doing you in tomorrow
I'll burn before I mellow
Dorothy died for your pleasure
It's hard to get along
It's hard to get along
It's your dead meat from former days
It's your dead meat from former days
It's your dead meat from former days
It's your dead meat from former days
