[BAND]
Oh, Andrew Jackson
Oh, Andrew Jackson
Oh, Andrew Jackson
Oh, Andrew Jackson
Oh, Andrew Jackson
Oh, Andrew Jackson
Oh, Andrew Jackson
Oooo
[JACKSON, spoken]
I think you might be the most beautiful woman I've ever seen
[RACHEL, spoken]
My name is Rachel
[RACHEL]
A wise woman once wrote
That illness is not metaphor
So why do I feel sick when I look at you
[JACKSON]
There is this illness in the end I need
To get it out
So when I bleed
[BAND]
It's not blood
It's a metaphor for love
These aren't veins
Just the beating of my heart
This fever isn't real
It represents how I feel
My pain transformed into art
[JACKSON]
If you feel like you might throw up
Well that's a metaphor for how I feel
When I dream of you
[JACKSON AND RACHEL]
Bathed in your metaphorical blood
[RACHEL]
And when the doctor says you're gonna make it
I tell him why I'm able to take
[BAND]
It's not blood
It's a metaphor for love
These aren't veins
Just the beating of my heart
This fever isn't real
It represents how I feel
My pain transformed into art
My pain transformed into art
[JACKSON]
But Susan Sontag's dead
So I guess her cancer wasn't metaphorical after all
Sorry