歌词
Little boy now he was so scared
Six months later, Dad had less hair
Fair is foul but foul is not fair
Wish I was god, so I don't care
If I could eat your cancer,
Your heart wouldn't let me do it
These wicked witches of answers
Are either stupid or clueless
Older man now he has less fear
In the thought of his next year
But he's better now and drinks beer
All that's left are just some dry tears
If I could eat your cancer,
Your heart wouldn't let me do it
These wicked witches of answers
Are either stupid or clueless