I guess my wife is as good as dead
Only way to cope with what's ahead
Her cancer once again on the move
That chemotherapy didn't improve.
But once again it's on the agenda
Life sure is grand on the hacienda
And once again to lose all her hair
With no waking from this nightmare.
Tomorrow another blood transfusion
And then back home into seclusion
To turn again into skin and bones
To see her shiver to hear her moans.