Dangers - Cure For Cancer lyrics
[Dangers - Cure For Cancer lyrics]
It's all downhill from here, old man
Auf wiedersehen two steps forward
Six feet underground standing O
Take a bow lab coats
Machines and all the chemotherapy
Don't seem to me
An answer to these tears you long to see
So i ain't crying no more
I'd pull out the plug
If i could muster up the love
No one wants memories of skid marks
Pants pissed jim Beam
Mary Jane wherefore art thou Kevorkian?
No way jose
It's not for me
This life spent basking in you agony
Give me the longest walks
Prescribe for me the shortest piers
I ain't going out like that
No way, not me, I'd rather die
And as I stood there by his bed
Bowls of Jell-O, crusts of bread
Stared straight into his eyes
And I wanted him to die and I felt the shame
Of such, such naiveté that someone young
That someone dumb someone my age
Could feel so callously
To want to piss in the fountains of youth
To dance all night on the graves of the dead
To want to tear those pink ribbons to shreds
And as he lay there in his bed
80 pounds, half dead
He said, "Bink, please, hold my hand
I don' think that you understand
Oh, puneta, I've done all that I can
And I don't want to die" you're gonna die
You're gonna die you're gonna
Auf wiedersehen two steps forward
Six feet underground standing O
Take a bow lab coats
Machines and all the chemotherapy
Don't seem to me
An answer to these tears you long to see
So i ain't crying no more
I'd pull out the plug
If i could muster up the love
No one wants memories of skid marks
Pants pissed jim Beam
Mary Jane wherefore art thou Kevorkian?
No way jose
It's not for me
This life spent basking in you agony
Give me the longest walks
Prescribe for me the shortest piers
I ain't going out like that
No way, not me, I'd rather die
And as I stood there by his bed
Bowls of Jell-O, crusts of bread
Stared straight into his eyes
And I wanted him to die and I felt the shame
Of such, such naiveté that someone young
That someone dumb someone my age
Could feel so callously
To want to piss in the fountains of youth
To dance all night on the graves of the dead
To want to tear those pink ribbons to shreds
And as he lay there in his bed
80 pounds, half dead
He said, "Bink, please, hold my hand
I don' think that you understand
Oh, puneta, I've done all that I can
And I don't want to die" you're gonna die
You're gonna die you're gonna