Going Down with a Bang

I'm going down with a bang bang bang.

I'm going out with a bang bang bang
My voice just dies and I still sang sang sang.
I hit my guitar and it rang rang rang
It sounded like the Battle of da-Nang Nang Nang
I'm going down with a bang.

Could have went out with a whimper
That would be much more simpler
But I take my left hand it goes quicker
Getting louder and louder as I get sicker and sicker.

I'm going down in a great Pit-Bash...
My marching band plays Punk, Metal and Thrash...
I summon in my Lower Brass...
And distortion comes in wildly as I play so fast...

Never believe this would happened
In the 1st Year of my disease
They had their fill of me
As I went on chemotherapy.

Got to sick to play
In years 2, 3 and 4
Took me 18 months to wield my sword:
The story of the Cancer Ward.

I'm going all down the line
All my systems got fried...
I beat my guitar, it died: my Suicide.
Sounds just the Battle of Mei-Lei...

Mourn for me when it's over
Mourn for me like Mount Gilboa:
A battle that challenges a nation
But always ends in salvation.

I played my farewell Tour...
They gave me part of the door...
I gave it back to the people I ain't no whore...
Played til I passed out on the floor.

Couldn't believe this would happen
In the 6th year of my disease
After decades of hating me
They grant me credibility.

But I never stopped playing
Til the last day of the 7th year.
I put down my last tracks
I couldn't even hear
Going down with a bang