Dead Meat

Your dead meat

Your dead meat

Your dead meat

YourIt's your dead meat from former days

I am your crisis

Blue asbestos in your veins

I'm your broken fingersI've killed you twice, I will again

Revenge is eager

See first you'll crash

And then you'll burnDorothy died for your pleasure

It's hard to get along

In this car crash weather, weatherYour dead meat

Your dead meat

Your dead meat

YourIs your dead meat formaldehyde?

Didn't phase me

I soon returned to track you down

For your confessionI'll be your poison and your pain

I'll be your struggle to be sane

Exploited, lament

And the places you never wentDorothy died for your pleasure

It's hard to get along

In this car crash weather

Car crash weatherDorothy died for your pleasure

It's hard to get along

In this car crash weather

Car crash weather

Car crash weather, weatherI'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 mellowDorothy died for your pleasure

It's hard to get along

It's hard to get alongIt's your dead meat from former days

It's your dead meat from former days

It's your dead meat from former days

It's your dead meat from former days