It's hard to get along
Dorothy died for your pleasure
Dorothy died for your pleasure
I am your crisis
Your dead meat
Car crash weather, weather
Your
It's hard to get along
I'll be your poison and your pain
Dorothy died for your pleasure
I'm your broken fingers
I'm doing you in tomorrow
I've killed you twice, I will again
I'm doing you in tomorrow
I soon returned to track you down
See first you'll crash
It's your dead meat from former days
I'll be your struggle to be sane
And the places you never went
Car crash weather
Revenge is eager
It's your dead meat from former days
Your
I'll burn before I mellow
It's your dead meat from former days
Didn't phase me
For your confession
Is your dead meat formaldehyde?
It's hard to get along
It's hard to get along
Your dead meat
Exploited, lament
Car crash weather
And then you'll burn
Your dead meat
In this car crash weather, weather
Blue asbestos in your veins
That's why I'm dressed in all this sorrow
Dorothy died for your pleasure
In this car crash weather
In this car crash weather
Your dead meat
It's hard to get along
It's your dead meat from former days
