The Disease of The Dancing Cats - Bush
Infested, polluted.
80 tons of mercury dumped in a bay.
Its bleeding, theres no proof, that's no way to treat a good friend.
Your whisky, talks louder.
Than most things i've read you said.
In situ, in place now.
Sit back unwind and relax.
Big cheese is, all greedy.
It's all relative what you needed.
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-tangs,
Looks like their back on the street again.
Mistrusted, distruptive.
Rape land and kill a good habitat.
World weary, world broke, (world spent) world spent, and money, money, money, money.
Injected, transmuted.
80 tons of mercury dumped in bay.
It's breathing, it puts the-dog-in-the-basket.
All the fishermen and their families.
All sickly growing sentimental.
It's all over for urang-a-tangs,
Looks like their back on the street again.
All the fishermen and their families.
It's all over for urang-a-tangs,
Looks like their back on the street again.
It's all over for urang-a-tangs,
Looks like, looks like, looks like, yeah.
Ivaded, downgraded.
Your bile lands right on my head.
Uncalled for, unwanted, my sinking zero tolerance.
All the fishermen and their families.
All sickly crumbling cerebellum.
It's all over for urang-a-tangs,
Looks like their back on the street again.
All the fishermen and their families.
It's all over for urang-a-tangs,
Looks like their back on the street again.
It's all over for urang-a-tangs,
Looks like, the street again.
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