Dead Meat Lyrics by Bush

Dead Meat Lyrics

    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

    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

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