The Disease of the Dancing Cats Songtext

von Bush

Infested, polluted
80 tons of mercury dumped in a bay
Its bleeding theres no proof
That's no way to treat a good friend
Your whisky talks louder
Than most things i've read you said
In situ. in place now
Sit back unwind and relax

Big cheese is all greedy
It's all relative what you needed
Happy birthday happy birthday
Happy birthday here's your nerve gas

All the fishermen 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, distruptive
Rape land and kill a good habitat
World weary, world broken
World spent and money money money money
Injected, transmuted
80 tons of mercury dumped in bay
It's breathing-it puts the dog in the basket

All sickly growing sentimental

Ivaded, downgraded
Your bile lands right on 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