Song #52: To Your Health — time for McCain to release his medical records

Our 52nd weekly song marks a year of Max and the Marginalized rock and roll op-ed!

Is it irresponsible to speculate wildly about what diseases or medical problems John McCain without a hint of evidence that’s no better than Bill Frist’s Terri Schiavo diagnosis? Absolutely… but so running for president at 72 years old with four cancers under your belt andrefusing to release your health records, as John McCain has done. Choosing a nitwit who doesn’t know the meaning of the phrase Achilles Heel is just icing on the cake.

We engage in some baseless speculation in our plea for McCain to release his medical records, or for one of his doctors to lose his license for the good of the country and tell us if there’s anything we ought to know.

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To Your Health

Tell us doctor, what are they trying to hide
Is it black melanoma or lipsarcoma inside
A heartbeat that sniffles and squeaks
Or cancer’s fourth curtain call
I raise my glass in a toast to your health and say a prayer for the health of us all

Some red inflammations from illicit relations back then
I’ve got no information so it’s wild speculation, my friends
‘Cause I can see the gears start to grab out for facts you can’t quite recall
I raise my glass in a toast to your health and say a prayer for the health of us all

How can the things we don’t know not hurt is
Once you get hurt by the things we don’t know?

Is there a growth slowly growing deep in the depth of your file
I’ve got know way of knowing, disclosure just isn’t your style
But don’t worry, you’ve put your trust
In this helpless and overexposed country girl
So I raise my glass in a toast to your health and say a prayer for the health of the world
So I raise my glass in a toast to your health and say a prayer for the rest of the world
So I raise my glass in a toast to your health and say a prayer for the rest of the world

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