Dead Meat

Bush

Your dead meat from former days 
I am your crisis 
Blue asbestos in your veins 
I am 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 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