Paging Dr. Moon Or Gun - Themselves

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