The Disease of The Dancing Cats - Bush

Infested and polluted

50 tons of mercury dumped in the 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

In artu, in place now

Site back unwind and relax

Big cheese is all greed

It’s all relative what you need

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-tang

Looks like they’re back on the street again

Mistrusted, disrupt

Rape land and kill good habit

World weary, world broken

Well spent and money, money, money, money Injected, transmitted

So tons of mercury dumped in the bay

It’s breathing-It's put the dog back in the basket

All the fisherman and their families

All sickly growing sentimental

It’s all over for urang-a-tang

Looks like their back on the street again

All the fishermen and their families

It’s all over for urang-a-tang

Looks like they’re back on the street again

It’s all over for urang-a-tang

Looks like, looks like, looks like

Invaded, downgraded

Your bile lands right on my head

Uncalled for, unwanted

My sinking zero tolerance

All the fisherman and their families

All sickly crumbling cerebellum

It’s all over for the urang-a-tang

Looks like they’re back on the street again

All the fishermen and their families

It’s all over for the urang-a-tang

Looks like they’re back on the street again

It’s all over for the urang-a-tang

Looks like it’s a street again