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In Which Chonny Tries - Undoubtedly In Vain - To Change The Meaning Of A Song Without Changing The Lyrics, Harmony, Melody Or Structure. Original written by Tim Minchin. Cover rewritten, arranged, recorded, mixed, mastered, butchered, chewed, spat out and stomped on by Chonny Jash. Spotify: Bandcamp: SoundCloud: --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- LYRICS: You grew on me like a tumor, and you spread through me like malignant melanoma, and now you’re in my heart. Should have cut you out back at the start. And now I’m afraid there’s no cure for me. No dose of emotional chemotherapy can halt my pathetic decline. Should have had you removed back when you were benign. I picked you up like a virus. Like meningococcal meningitis. Now I can’t feel my legs. When you’re around, I can’t get out of bed. And I left you too late to risk an operation. I know there’s no hope of a clean amputation. The successful removal of you would probably kill me too. You grew on me like carcinoma. Crept up on me like untreated glaucoma. Now I find it hard to see. This untreated dose of you has blinded me. I should have consulted my local physician. I’m stuck now, forever, with this tunnel vision. My periphery is screwed. Wherever I look now, all I see is you. Oh. When we first met, you seemed fickle and shallow, but my armor was no match for your poison arrow. You are wedged inside my breast. If I tried to pull you out now, I think I’d bleed to death. I’m feeling short of breath. You grew on me like a tumor, and you spread through me like malignant melanoma. Guess I never knew how fast a little mole can grow on you.
