Spell For A Weak Heart Lyrics

My mother's name is Anger
She's gonna lay the danger
She's gonna drink to F. A. S.
A weakling heart is in my chest

Hard for a weakling heart!
Hard for a wicked heart to keep a face on it!

We had our health about a week
But sickness comes to the weak
And we got cancer from our showerheads
And we got cancer from the ground
And cancer put us in the ground
And cancer grew up from our flowerbeds