Текст: Bush. The Desease 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, disrupted
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-tangs
Looks like they're back on the street again
It's all over for urang-a-tangs
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 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