My head is bruised
And the little calf died at birth
The baby got bit
And she died too soon
The insects are crawling
And I have lost control
He calls back the dog yeah
And i'm racking up the death toll
Wasting disease
Wasting disease
What you waste on me
What you waste on me
I'm walking on my hands
And tripping on the ice
Little tiny foal
She's too cute to die
She's too cute to die
Wasting disease
Wasting disease
What you waste on me
What you waste on me
The maggot babies
Are crawling up my spine
The maggot babies
Managed to find
Managed to find
Managed to find
Managed to find
A way in
Wasting disease
Wasting disease
Wasting disease
What you waste on me