I can't be remembered as a great adventurer.
Make a mark, or make a stain.
But take it for what it is.
Nothing gets to me like mediocrity.
Shouldn't have stayed, should have been on my way
But there's a mean little ba*tard breeding inside of me
An abscess, some kind of growth.
My God, that sounds so gross.
They call me kid cancer, and now I know why
Invite me to dinner, sing now I'm inside.
If I can't be a hero, I'll be a plague
Charmed up you bears now, they're all dead, they're all dead
So make a mark, or make a stain, and take it for what it is.
I'm made of goo, and needles, too. I'll take it all.
Shouldn't have stayed, but I get carried away,
like a kid in a candy store, pocket full of razorblades,
Sticking gum in sister's hair, or in the backyard burning pants,
They call me kid cancer, I call myself me,
For what's in a name, as long as one stains some pages of history
If these fingers were knives, the things I'd fillet...
Oh you, great attender, 'cause I'll think that you're fake
I bet these lips are dead as mine are with weight
Like any great performer, more than happy to fade
Shouldn't have stayed, but not done f**ing up
And the demon advanced with a hidden agenda: me,
For once??????, I guess it's been a while
They call me kid cancer, the beast calls me son
I haven't yet decided, it isn't sure, is this fun?