Dead Meat — текст песни (bush)

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
Then you`ll burn

Dorothy died for your pleasure
It`s hard to get along in this car crash weather
Your dead meat
Your dead meat
Your dead meat


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
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
Your dead meat from former days
Your dead meat from former days
Your dead meat from former days
Your dead meat from former days