Dead Meat Lyrics - The Science Of Things - Bush

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 

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Your dead meat 

Your dead meat 

Your dead meat 

Your 

Is 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 

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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