| Lyrics: | Your dead meat, your dead meat, your dead meat, your.
Your dead meat from the 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 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 alon in this car-crash weather, car crash weather.
Dorothy died for your pleasure.
It's hard to get alon 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.
Your dead meat for former
days, your dead meat for former days,
Your dead meat for former days, your dead meat for
former days |
