The Ewing’s Sarcoma Blues

I did promise lyrics, so here they are. They might not match the original entirely, as the original is very abstract (in other words, I kinda made a lot of it up as I went along). But anyway, this is the gist of it.

The song, by the way, is dedicated to Dr. Jan Kohler (apologies if my spelling is wrong) and the staff of Piam Brown Ward, SGH.

Oh, and I guess you’ll want the link, too.

I’ve got Ewing’s Sarcoma
In my right hip,
And chemotherapy
Well it feels like >shit.

It’s Ewing’s Sarcoma

Ewing’s Sarcoma
Gets you down,
But I’ve got no eyebrows
So I can’t even frown,

It’s Ewing’s Sarcoma

Alopecia,
Your hair falls out,
I’m definitely better
With hair than without,

It’s Ewing’s Sarcoma

Diarrhoea,
You shit like hell,
Goin’ every five minutes,
And don’t ask about the smell,

It’s Ewing’s Sarcoma

Neutropenia
Your white cells die,
Your bone marrow’s fucked
And you know the reason why,

It’s Ewing’s Sarcoma

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