[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