Cancer of the Skull
I am full of heavy metals
I am a heavy metal man
I have work in the morning
I have two bags over each hand, mm
I came up the stairs
I came to meet your cigarettes
You'd like to keep my salesman teeth, wouldn't you, baby?
Well, I'm on a pirate's crazy-eyed quest, mm
I am wired to the man
I take the train at dawn for him
I threw the horrible secret out, mm
I bring the front door into our house, mm
I came up here freeze
I came up here to sleep in your infamous kitchen
You're holding out your baby's shoes, I can't take 'em
I pray to a pirate's maniac religion
Oh, cancer of the fingers
And the hands of a beginner
These songs are meant for bad singers
I can't reach cancer of the '80s
I was beat with ukuleles
These songs are a hundred replay
I can't feed, mm
My face is on the daughters
I am one dollar in your hand
I'd write a hell of a letter
And anyone who doesn't know any better would tell you
I am that zero dollar man
Oh, I painted over the perfect nose
That touches something you learned in 2000 with it
I buckled up for the fatal crash
Took a bullet through the bulletproof glass
I kissed the emptiest car on the road
Oh, cancer of the fingers
And the hands of a beginner
Those songs of legendary swingers
I can't keep cancer of the '80s
I've been getting spanked with everybody lately
All these songs are a hundred replay, oh
I am a heavy metal man
I have work in the morning
I have two bags over each hand, mm
I came up the stairs
I came to meet your cigarettes
You'd like to keep my salesman teeth, wouldn't you, baby?
Well, I'm on a pirate's crazy-eyed quest, mm
I am wired to the man
I take the train at dawn for him
I threw the horrible secret out, mm
I bring the front door into our house, mm
I came up here freeze
I came up here to sleep in your infamous kitchen
You're holding out your baby's shoes, I can't take 'em
I pray to a pirate's maniac religion
Oh, cancer of the fingers
And the hands of a beginner
These songs are meant for bad singers
I can't reach cancer of the '80s
I was beat with ukuleles
These songs are a hundred replay
I can't feed, mm
My face is on the daughters
I am one dollar in your hand
I'd write a hell of a letter
And anyone who doesn't know any better would tell you
I am that zero dollar man
Oh, I painted over the perfect nose
That touches something you learned in 2000 with it
I buckled up for the fatal crash
Took a bullet through the bulletproof glass
I kissed the emptiest car on the road
Oh, cancer of the fingers
And the hands of a beginner
Those songs of legendary swingers
I can't keep cancer of the '80s
I've been getting spanked with everybody lately
All these songs are a hundred replay, oh
Credits
Writer(s): Cameron Winter
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