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The Disease Of The Dancing Cats

Bush

Infested, polluted 
Tons of mercury dumped in a 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 site, in place now 
Sit back unwind and relax big cheeps is all greed 
It's all relative what you needed 
Happy birthday here's your nerve gas 
All the fishermen and their families 
All sickly crumbling cerebellum 
It's all over for urang-a-tans 
Looks like they're back on the street again 
Mistrusted, disrupted 
Rape land and kill good habitat 
World weary, world broken 
Well spent and money 
Injected, transmuted 
80 tons of mercury dumped in a bay 
Its breathing-it puts the dog in the basket 
All sickly growing sentimental 
Invaded, downgraded 
Your bile lands right on my head 
Uncalled for, unwanted 
My sinking zero tolerance 
It's all over for urang-a-tans 
Looks like they're back on the street again