Sha'anan Streett - שאנן סטריט - March lyrics

[Hook] Am I still ill or is this post traumatic waste Seizing my stomach blowing smoke in my face Am I ill still or is this post traumatic poison Plaguing polluting defying destroying Am I still ill or is this post traumatic waste Seizing my stomach blowing smoke in my face Am I ill still or is this post traumatic poison Plaguing polluting defying destroying [Verse 1] It's like I'm on a drug that distorts perception The other day I called a friend just to ask a question Didn't pick up at home, tried his cell' again no answer I knew immediately it meant he was diagnosed with cancer Or a couple of other friends of mine Who told me not too long ago That their son's got a cold- a runny nose all the time They're dying to know what crazy virus this is and I know It's not a virus at all, it's the mutant cell And they're both about to fall just where I fell Every stomach ache I hear of,every cough,every new freckle Means another sorry s**er ain't gotta worry about shekels Because he now faces hardships on a much larger scale Make all the sh** he's been through seem pretty pale And pretty soon he'll be poisoned,chopped up with knives Hopelessly hoping he'll somehow survive [Hook] Am I still ill or is this post traumatic waste Seizing my stomach blowing smoke in my face Am I ill still or is this post traumatic poison Plaguing polluting defying destroying Am I still ill or is this post traumatic waste Seizing my stomach blowing smoke in my face Am I ill still or is this post traumatic poison Plaguing polluting defying destroying [Verse 2] I've also been thinking about the s** life you had How many guys were there at all? sh** like that I could probably find out, I think Ask your girlfriends or brother two who knew more about these things Because when you were around I couldn't bring myself to listen But now I want to find out before it's all too distant Since everything about you is now past I sometimes have an urge to get more knowledge fast Save as much as I can in a special memory bank Have a designated hard disk treasure chest fuel tank On a kitchen shelf like a cookie jar calling a kid Then when it's enough I can just shut the lid So how many guys f**ed you? 2? 3? 4? 4′s enough you were young I hope it wasn't more… Well actually f** it! I hope there were ten It's not like you'll be going at it ever again [Hook] Am I still ill or is this post traumatic waste Seizing my stomach blowing smoke in my face Am I ill still or is this post traumatic poison Plaguing polluting defying destroying Am I still ill or is this post traumatic waste Seizing my stomach blowing smoke in my face Am I ill still or is this post traumatic poison Plaguing polluting defying destroying [Verse 3] And you were the baby girl You were the little baby girl You were the little baby girl who finally appeared After three boys after a dozen years You were the little baby girl the oxygen mask In the choking family structure, but the task Of being the one who holds the candle- Was simply too much for you to handle Playing your role caused you stress That resulted in a cancerous tumor in your chest And now that your life came to its tragic ending I know it's time for me to quit pretending