Owen Pallett - 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 hard hard hard for a weakling heart! For a weakling heart Hard hard hard hard for a weakling heart! For a wicked heart to keep a face 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 Hard hard hard hard for a weakling heart! For a weakling heart Hard hard hard hard for a weakling heart! For a weakling heart