Cancer Lyrics & Chords By This Routine Is Hell

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.

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.