| Lyrics: | Infested, polluted.
80 tons of mercury dumped in a bay.
Its bleeding, theres no proof,
that's no way to treat a good friend.
Your whisky, talks louder.
Than most things i've
read you said.
In situ, in place now.
Sit back unwind and relax.
Big cheese
is, all greedy.
It's all relative what you needed.
Happy birthday, happy birthday, happy
birthday here's your nerve gas.
All the fishermen and their families.
All sickly
crumbling cerebellum.
It's all over for urang-a-tangs,
Looks like their back on the
street again.
Mistrusted, distruptive.
Rape land and kill a good habitat.
World weary, world broke, (world spent) world spent, and money, money, money, money.
Injected, transmuted.
80 tons of mercury dumped in bay.
It's breathing, it puts
the-dog-in-the-basket.
All the fishermen and their families.
All sickly growing
sentimental.
It's all over for urang-a-tangs,
Looks like their back on the street again.
All the fishermen and their families.
It's all over for urang-a-tangs,
Looks
like their back on the street again.
It's all over for urang-a-tangs,
Looks like, looks
like, looks like, yeah.
Ivaded, downgraded.
Your bile lands right on my head.
Uncalled for, unwanted, my sinking zero tolerance.
All the fishermen and their
families.
All sickly crumbling cerebellum.
It's all over for urang-a-tangs,
Looks
like their back on the street again.
All the fishermen and their families.
It's
all over for urang-a-tangs,
Looks like their back on the street again.
It's all over for
urang-a-tangs,
Looks like, the street again |
