Lyric 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 died for your pleasure
It s hard to get along in this car crash weather
Your dead meat
Your dead meat
Your dead meat


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
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 from former days
Your dead meat from former days
Your dead meat from former days
Your dead meat from former days