Little Big C

Walking along, minding my business
Pretty much an ordinary day to me
When I encountered a remarkably small
A diminutive little big C

It hit me like an almighty interruption
In the middle of my day to day
It didn't seem to make any kind of sense
How could I be sick when I was feeling Ok

Now I find myself inside the system
The medical mechanical machinery
All i want is to get out alive
Minus that little bitty ol' C

I'm not one to bemoan my fate
Or say "how could this have happened to me"
Maybe it's genetic maybe it's just bad luck
Doesn't seem to matter to the Little Big C

People tell me if I change the way the way I think
Or the things that I eat and this will all go away
Nice to think it all could be that simple
But I'm pretty sure that C doesn't roll that way

Now I find myself inside the system
The medical mechanical machinery
All I want is to get out alive
Minus that little bitty ol' C

The doc read out some numbers
Such and such percent
At the time i couldn't puzzle out
What it was he meant
Cuz I don't think I heard another word
After I heard big C
But pretty soon all those numbers
Became important to me

I'm not the first that ever got this message
And I know that I won't be the last
Everything is moving so impossibly slowly
But somehow it's feeling too damn fast

So far I've been lucky - dodged a bullet
Haven't needed chemo or surgery
But I've still got another five years
Till they let me out of the machinery

And I still find myself inside the system
The medical mechanical machinery
All i want is to get out alive
Minus that little bitty ol' C

And I still find myself inside the system
The medical mechanical machinery
All i want is to get out alive
Minus that little bitty ol' C