Woody's A Girl
Текст песни Cancer

The knife you bought is shitty
And I don't want "our" pot
I'm going to sell your speakers
For fifty cents a pop

You're such a worldly teacher
With so damn much to teach
But all I can remember
Is listening to you preach

I think I got it all wrong
I think we were destined for a fall
The cancer wasn't in my head
I think it was you instead

When I go grocery shopping
I buy a nice red capsicum
At thirteen bucks a kilo
You really can't go wrong

I got my cancer cut out
You drove around and shopped
And afterwards I asked for a hug
You told me to get lost

I think I got it all wrong
I think we were destined for a fall
The cancer wasn't in my head
I think it was you instead

And you like Matchbox 20
What can I say to that?
You're just the kind of prick who
Would like bullshit like that

I think I got it all wrong
I think we were destined for a fall
The cancer wasn't in my head
I think it was you instead