| I gotta spend the day at the record store
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| Cause it’s the only place I can go to ignore what I got
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| And listen to some punk rock
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| I don’t have the cash for chemotherapy
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| But I got enough for the HOFX colored EP
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| Oh yeah!
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| I know one day I’ll meet Fatty and were gonna be bros
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| If I show up to enough Fat Wreck Chords shows
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| And I tell him that I’m dyin'
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| And I’m desperately tryin'
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| To see a dominatrix with reasonable rates
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| Should I fly to Sanctuary or take the bus to the Gates in East Oakland
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| I said that’s kind of a random thing to say Hey Hey Hey
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| He said I’m Bret and I don’t have very long
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| There’s something very wrong so
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| I thought that you could maybe write a song about me
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| I said seriously?
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| I’m uninsured and it’s unstoppable
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| The doctor told me it’s inoperable cause my
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| Go Fund Me page only raised fifty bucks oh, no
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| I think I gotta go
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| He told me that the cancer was in his brain
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| So, I invite him over to some cocaine with me
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| Cause he never tried drugs before
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| I offered him a line, then he said he’s not sure
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| I said didn’t you just tell me that there isn’t a cure
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| So why not try
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| Some xtc and coke if you’re gonna croak?
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| Some DMT and K will make you feel OK
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| Just for one night, you might feel like everything is gonna be alright
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| Then he texted me every day, until I finally said OK
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| I’ll write a song about you being sick
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| But like your life it’s gonna end too quick |