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
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