Bush – Letras de The Disease Of The Dancing Cats

infested, polluted :: 80 tons of mercury dumped in a bay :: it's bleeding there's no proof :: that's no way to treat a good friend ::
your whiskey talks louder :: than most things i've read you said :: it situ. in place :: now sit back unwind and relax
big cheese is all greed :: it's all relative what you needed :: happy birthday here's your nerve gas
all the fisherman and their families :: all sickly crumbling cerebellum :: it's all over for urang-a-tans :: looks like they're back on the street again
mistrusted, disruptive :: rape land :: and kill good habitat :: world weary, world broken :: well spent :: and money money money :: injected, transmuted :: 80 tons of mercury :: dumped in a bay :: it's breathing :: it puts the dog :: in the basket
all sickly :: growing sentimental
invaded, downgraded :: your bile lands :: right in my head :: uncalled for, unwanted :: my sinking zero tolerance
it's all over for urang-a-tans looks like they're back on the street again