I got-ta spend the day at the re-cord store
'cause it’s the on-ly place I can go to ig-nore what I got
and lis-ten to some punk rock
I don’t have the cash for chem-o-ther-a-py
but I got e-nough for the HO F X col-ored E P
oh yeah
I know one day I’ll meet Fat-ty and were gon-na be bros
if I show up to e-nough Fat Wreck Chords shows
and I tell him that I’m dy-ing
and I’m des-perate-ly try-ing
to see a dom-i-na-trix with rea-son-a-ble rates
should I fly to Sanc-tu-ar-y or just go to the Gates in East Oak-land
I said that’s kind of a ran-dom thing to say yeah hey
he said I’m Bret I don’t have ver-y long there’s some-thing ver-y wrong
so I thought that you could may-be write a song a-bout me
I said se-ri-ous-ly?
I’m un-in-sured and it’s un-stop-pa-ble the doc-tor told me it’s in-op-er-a-ble
'cause my Go Fund Me page on-ly raised fif-ty bucks
oh no I think I got-ta go
he told me the can-cer was in his brain
so I in-vite him o-ver to do some co-caine with me
'cause he nev-er tried drugs be-fore
I of-fered him a line then he said he’s not sure
I said did-n’t you just tell me that there is-n’t a cure
so why not try
some ec-sta-sy and coke if you’re gon-na croak?
some D M T and K will make you feel o-kay
just for one night you might feel like eve-ry-thing is gon-na be al-right
then he text-ed me eve-ry day un-til I fi-nally said o-kay
I’ll write a song a-bout you be-ing sick
but like your life it’s gon-na end too quick