Bush - The Disease Of The Dancing Cats

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Infested and polluted 
50 tons of mercury dumped in the bay 
It's bleeding there's no proof 
That's no way to treat a good friend 
Your whiskey talks louder 
Than most things I've read you said 
In artu, in place now 
Site back unwind and relax 
Big cheese is all greed 
It's all relative what you need 
Happy birthday 
Happy birthday 
Happy birthday here's your nerve gas 

All the fishermen and their families 
All sickly crumbling cerebellum 
It's all over for urang-a-tang 
Looks like they're back on the street again 

Mistrusted, disrupt 
Rape land and kill good habit 
World weary, world broken 
Well spent and money, money, money, money Injected, transmitted 
So tons of mercury dumped in the bay 
It's breathing-It's put the dog back in the basket 

All the fisherman and their families 
All sickly growing sentimental 
It's all over for urang-a-tang 
Looks like their back on the street again 
All the fishermen and their families 
It's all over for urang-a-tang 
Looks like they're back on the street again 
It's all over for urang-a-tang 
Looks like, looks like, looks like 

Invaded, downgraded 
Your bile lands right on my head 
Uncalled for, unwanted 
My sinking zero tolerance 

All the fisherman and their families 
All sickly crumbling cerebellum 
It's all over for the urang-a-tang 
Looks like they're back on the street again 
All the fishermen and their families 
It's all over for the urang-a-tang 
Looks like they're back on the street again 
It's all over for the urang-a-tang 
Looks like it's a street again