And if it means that we get closer to killing off this shitty, cheating, sly, conniving bloody disease that cancer is, oh, God, I tell you, I'd run round Skipton market naked, smeared in plum jam,
A ako treba da dodje do toga da ubijemo ovu usranu,smrdljivu,prevrtljivu bolest rak Onda Šu trŔati gola preko pijace,noseŠi samo ludu kapu na glavi I pevajuŠi Jerusalim