Infested, polluted
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80 tons of mercury dumped in the bay
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It's bleeding there's no proof
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That's no way to treat a good friend
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Your whiskey talks louder
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Than most things I've read you said
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In situ, in place now
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Sit back, unwind and relax
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Big cheese is all greed
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It's all relative what you needed
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Happy birthday, Happy birthday
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Happy birthday here's your nerve gas
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All the fishermen and their families
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All sickly crumbling cerebellum
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It's all over for urang-a-tangs
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Looks like they're back on the street again
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Mistrusted, disrupted
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Rape land and kill a good habitat
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World weary, world broken
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Well spent and money, money, money, money
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Injected, transmutted
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80 tons of mercury dumped in the bay
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It's breathing-It puts the dog in the basket
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All the fishermen and their families
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All sickly growing sentimental
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It's all over for urang-a-tangs
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Looks like their back on the street again
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All the fishermen and their families
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It's all over for urang-a-tang
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Looks like they're back on the street again
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It's all over for urang-a-tang
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Looks like, looks like, looks like, yeah...
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Invaded, downgraded
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Your bile lands right on my head
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Uncalled for, unwanted
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My sinking zero tolerance
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All the fishermen and their families
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All sickly crumbling cerebellum
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It's all over for the urang-a-tangs
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Looks like they're back on the street again
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All the fishermen and their families
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It's all over for the urang-a-tangs
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Looks like they're back on the street again
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It's all over for the urang-a-tangs
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Looks like it's a street again
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The Disease Of The Dancing Cats
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Bush |