Lyrics Paging Dr. Moon Or Gun - Themselves

Paging Dr. Moon Or Gun

How’d they break it to you?
Sir, you’ve got cancer of the hope
Did you cry?
Did you make yourself sick?
Did you paint your mirrors shut
Or hold out Dr. Moon or Gun?
Why he’ll tell you you’re dead
Like he’d just told you the time
And you’d ate down to your pit
So you could rap, and rap…
You were out measuring bridges
And boosting tanks
And you missed that call
It was a false laugh alarm
You had comedic cancer
A funny skinny cancer of the pants
And while it’s something to really quick
Go out and have some kids about
Or even to go see Brandon and ask about a book about
I hadn’t even had that first worst movie yet
And I hadn’t even had that first small heart attack yet
And I still ain’t got no driver’s license
All in my outrageously B Don Coscarelli dreams