Cancer California — Bullets And Octane

Live your life Die a little everyday Pretend you’ve got something to say Nobody here is listening

Your cancer California

Pack your things to find your 15 minute fame I hear it happens everyday In the obituary Simple dream to a hooker on the street Kept alive by her apathy Started with good intentions

Your cancer California Burn up, burn out, burn away

You burn away, you burn away, you burn away

Live your life Die a little everyday I thought you had something to say Your cancer California Trust me darling, my next victim Don’t believe in me I’m your savior and destruction I’ll take everything