BushDead Meat

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
Lyricsfreak.com © 2015