My mother's name is Anger
She's gonna lay the danger
She's gonna drink to F. A. S.
A weakling heart is in my chest
Hard hard hard hard for a weakling heart!
For a weakling heart
Hard hard hard hard for a weakling heart!
For a wicked heart to keep a face keep a face on it!
We had our health about a week
But sickness comes to the weak
And we got cancer from our showerheads
And we got cancer from the ground
And cancer put us in the ground
And cancer grew up from our flowerbeds
Hard hard hard hard for a weakling heart!
For a weakling heart
Hard hard hard hard for a weakling heart!
For a weakling heart