Disease of the Dancing Cats - Bush

Infested, polluted

80 tons of mercury dumped in a 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 and you’ve said

In situ, in place now

Sit back, unwind and relax

Big cheese is all greed

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 orangutans

Looks like they’re back on the street again

Mistrusted, disrupted

Rape land and kill a good habitat

World weary, world broken

Well spent and money, money, money, money

Injected, transmutted

80 tons of mercury dumped in the bay

It’s breathing, it puts the dog in the basket

All the fishermen and their families

All sickly, growing sentimental

It’s all over for orangutans

Looks like their back on the street again

All the fishermen and their families

It’s all over for orangutangs

Looks like they’re back on the street again

It’s all over for orangutangs

Looks like, looks like, looks like, yeah

Invaded, downgraded

Your bile lands right on my head

Uncalled for, unwanted

My sinking zero tolerance

All the fishermen and their families

All sickly, crumbling cerebellum

It’s all over for the orangutans

Looks like they’re back on the street again

All the fishermen and their families

It’s all over for the orangutans

Looks like they’re back on the street again

It’s all over for the orangutans

Looks like it’s a street again