Cancer of the Skull

I am full of heavy metals

I am a heavy metal man

I have work in the morning

I have two bags over each hand

I came up the stairs

I came to meet your cigarettes

You'd like to keep my salesman's teeth, wouldn't you, baby?

Well, I'm on a pirates crazy-eyed quest

Mmmm

I am wired to the man

I take the train at dawn for him

I threw the horrible secret out, mm

I bring the front door into our house

Mmmm

I came up here freeze

I came up here to sleep in your infamous kitchen

You're holding out your baby's shoes, I can't take 'em

I pray to a pirate's maniac religion

Oh, cancer of the fingers

And the hands of a beginner

Oh, songs are meant for bad singers

I can't reach cancer of the 80s

I was beat with ukuleles

Oh, songs are a hundred ugly babies

I can't feed

My face is on the dollars

I am one dollar in your hand

I'd write a hell of a letter

And anyone who doesn't know any better would tell you

I am that $0 man

Oh, I painted over the perfect nose

That touches something you learned in 2011

I buckled up for the fatal crash

Took a bullet through the bullet proof glass

I kissed the emptiest car on the road

Oh, cancer of the fingers

And the hands of a beginner

Oh, songs of legendary swingers

I can't keep cancer of the 80s

I've been getting spanked by everybody lately

All these songs are a hundred ugly babies

Oh