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 bastard 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 fucking 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?