Cancer

Open wide and swallow the charade
Do you want a halo to match that crusade?
Set fire to the curtains, because the stage is all set
Your little masterpiece put us all in debt
So good night, sleep tight, don’t let the bastards bite
'Cause these scroungers never lose their appetite
Clench your fist, we’ll be the catalyst
The surge to clear the cancer, we’ll resist
A glimmer of hope for any tide that’s been turned
I salute to every flag that gets burned