Dead Meat Lyrics

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