your dead meat
your dead meat
your dead meat
your

it s 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 and then you ll burn

dorothy died for your pleasure
it s hard to get along in this car crash weather
weather

your dead meat
your dead meat
your dead meat
your

is 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 in this car crash weather
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

it 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

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