Lyrics Bush – The Disease Of The Dancing Cats

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

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, disrupted
Rape land and kill good habit
World weary, world broken 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-tangs
Looks like they’re back on the street again
It’s all over for urang-a-tangs

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 urang-a-tangs
Looks like they’re back on the street again
All the fishermen and their families
It’s all over for urang-a-tangs
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