Bison B. C. - Cancer Rat lyrics

rate me

rawling up now from the underground

Light, sweet crude owns the power now

Creepin on through to the money house

Gotta give in just to make it out

Business, it builds

Nature, it kills

Our bodies, our wills

A gunship or sword

We weather the storm

Look on the form

Credit the curse

Cancer is worse

A rat will awake

To marry the snake