The Disease Of The Dancing Cats

Artists : Bush : The Disease Of The Dancing Cats

Infested, polluted
80 tons of mercury dumped in a bay
It's bleeding there's no proof
That's no way to treat a good friend
Your whiskey talks louder
Than most things I've read you said
In situ, in place now
Sit back unwind and relax

Big cheese is all greed
It's all relative to what you needed
Happy birthday, happy birthday, happy birthday
Here's your nerve gas

All the fisherman and their families
All the sickly crumbling cerebellum
It's all over for urang-a-tans
Looks like they're back on the street again

Mistrusted, disrupted
Rape land and kill good habitat
World weary, world broken
Well spent and money money money money
Injected, transmuted
80 tons of mercury dumped in a bay
It's breathing - it puts the dog in the basket

All the fisherman and their families
All sickly growing sentimental
It's all over for urang-a-tans
Looks like they're back on the street again

Invaded, downgraded
Your bile lands right on my head
Uncalled for, unwanted
My sinking zero tolerance

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