Bush - Dead 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 dies for your pleasure it's hard to
get along in this car crash weather
your dead meat you dead meat your dead meat
formaldentde 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 dies for you pleasure its'
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
dies for your pleasure it's hard to
get along it's hard to get along
Letting the cables sleep
you in the dark you in the pain you on the run
living a hell living your ghost
living your end
never seem to get in the place that i belong
don't wanna lose the time
lose the time to come
whatever you say it's alright
whatever you do it's all good
whatever you say it's alright
silence is not the way
we need to talk about it
if heaven is on the way
you in the sea on the decline
breaking the wave watching the lights go down
letting the cables sleep
silence is not the way
we need to talk about it
if heaven is on the way
we'll wrap the world around it
if heaven is on they way
i'm a stranger in this town