My Bro Cancervive Cancer

I gotta spend the day at the record store

'cause it’s the only place I can go to ignore what I got and listen to some punk rock

I don’t have the cash for chemotherapy but I got enough for the HOFX colored EP, oh yeah

I know one day I’ll meet Fatty and were gonna be bros

if I show up to enough Fat Wreck Chords shows

and I tell him that I’m dying

and I’m desperately trying

to see a dominatrix with reasonable rates

should I fly to Sanctuary or just go to the Gates in East Oakland

I said that’s kind of a random thing to say yeah hey

he said I’m Bret I don’t have very long there’s something very wrong

so I thought that you could maybe write a song about me, I said seriously?

I’m uninsured and it’s unstoppable the doctor told me it’s inoperable

'cause my Go Fund Me page only raised fifty bucks

oh no I think I gotta go

he told me the cancer was in his brain

so I invite him over to do some cocaine with me, 'cause he never tried drugs before

I offered him a line then he said he’s not sure

I said didn’t you just tell me that there isn’t a cure

so why not try

some ecstasy and coke if you’re gonna croak?

some DMT and K will make you feel okay

just for one night you might feel like everything is gonna be alright

then he texted me every day

until I finally said okay

I’ll write a song about you being sick

but like your life it’s gonna end too quick