歌词
Cancer's getting meaner
And it ain't ever been fun
S'posed to get you when you're old
And now it gets you when you're young
Cancer's always been depressing
It ain't ever been pleasant
It don't care if you're royal
Don't care if you're a peasant
Well then what causes it?
Everything you ate
The sleep you didn't get
Your job and the air and the water in your bed
The sun and red meat
All the fishes in the sea
They're all a bunch of can't take a risk
Cancer causing carcinogenic S.O.B.'s
It's like them apocalyptic folks off the newer Mad Max
Monsanta Claus delivered all the cancer in your ass
But it's from the purple ketchup
The BPA's and microplastics
Just hope it don't go mis-tastic
It's meaner than the meanest
Meanest of the rumors
It's your own personalized, Pam, Pizza
Hut, homegrown little tumor, alright
It'll make an atheist plead with God
A hardcore bumper sticker Christian give up
Monsanta Claus is checking his list
And the cancer don't give a fuck
Cancer of the head
Shoulders, knees, and toes
I wish I had the patent on the cancer screening
I'd be printing cancer dough
Cancer is as lucrative
A business as a war
So if you ain't expecting peace
Then why expect a cure?
Written by: Jesse Welles
