Vagabond Soul

Cancer King

it's a wonderful life
at least that's what you said
with your omni-present death
that will fail you in the end

I politely turn my back
I let it roll off my back

you always fought for some grace
in the refuge of vice
but the cancer is the king
your sacred cells now in full decline

I politely turn my back
I let it roll off my back

and now I am barely breathing
and now I am barely breathing
and now I am barely breathing
and now I am barely breathing
and I am barely breathing

it's not such a wonderful life