Dead Meat Songtext

von Bush

Your dead meat from the 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

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