Lyrics: Dead Meat
Album: The Science Of Things
Artist: 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
Your dead meat, your dead meat, your dead meat, your

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 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