Bush - Dead Meat

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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