Introduction

The "Hotel Melanoma" moniker is a metaphor for living with my particular brand of cancer. Except for those lucky few of us deemed "cured", all we cancer survivors are guests of one of the many, many branded hotels in the "Hotel Carcinoma" chain. We can check out any time we like, but we can never leave. Meanwhile, let's be livin' it up; and please support cancer education, prevention, and treatment research.



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Friday, May 25, 2012

Bad Medicine























For all of the “health and wellness” quacks like ‘Doctor’ Joseph Mercola who are selling the misinformation that indoor tanning is a safe source of Vitamin D, etc., here’s the Hotel Melanoma rendition of Bon Jovi’s “Bad Medicine”…


http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=eOUtsybozjg


Your fries are just bad medicine
Bad medicine ain’t what I need, oh oh, oh
Make it up, just like bad medicine
You ain't no doctor that can cure my disease


Bad medicine


I ain't got a fever got a permanent disease
And it'll take more than fake doctor to prescribe a remedy
And I spent lots of money, but it isn't what I need
Gonna take more than a shot to get this poison out of me
And I got all the symptoms count 'em 1, 2, 3


First you age
(That's what you get for falling for lies)
Then you stage
(You pray a little and it's never enough)
And then you're fightin’ rage
(That's what you get for falling for lies)
Now Yervoy’s prescripted ‘cause your hope is this drug, oh, oh, oh


Your lies are just bad medicine
Bad medicine ain’t what I need, oh, oh, oh
Make it up, just like bad medicine
You ain't no doctor that can cure my disease


Bad, bad medicine


Kids don't need no needle
To be giving them a thrill
And they don't need no anesthesia
Or a nurse to bring a pill
They got a dirty down addiction
That doesn't leave a track
They got a jones for your convection
Like a monkey on their back
There ain't no paramedic
Gonna save this mole attack


When you tan
(That's what you get for falling for lies)
Then you scan
(You glow a little and it's more than enough)
And when you're out of plans
(That's what you get for falling for lies)
Now Yervoy’s prescripted ‘cause your hope is the drug, oh, oh, oh


Your claims are just bad medicine
Bad medicine ain’t what I need, oh, oh, oh
Fake it up, just like bad medicine
So let's play doctor, baby spur my disease


Bad, bad medicine
Is not my want
Bad, bad medicine
Oh, I need


I need a respirator cause I'm running out of breath
Well you sell cancer incubators hyped in bloggings and the press
When you take your ‘medicine’ you bake what you could get
’Cause if there's one thing bakin’ Black C cells, it’s UV from your beds
Oh, oh, oh


Your blogs just hype bad medicine
Bad medicine ain’t what I need, oh, oh, oh
Make it up, just like bad medicine
You ain't no doctor that can cure my disease


Your posts, bad medicine
Bad medicine ain’t what I need, oh, oh, oh
Fake it up, just like bad medicine
Your snake oil notions sure can spur my disease


Bad, bad medicine
Ain’t what I want
Bad, bad medicine
You’re bad, you’re bad
(Bad, bad medicine)
I get it, oh, I get it
I get it, oh, I get it
I get it, I get it, I get it
Sing it again
Wait a minute, wait a minute, hold on
I'm not done, one more time with feeling
C'mon, alright, help me out now


Your fries are just bad medicine
Bad medicine ain’t what I need, oh, oh, oh
Make it up, just like bad medicine
You sell the potion that can’t cure my disease


Your lies, bad medicine
Your hiss ain’t what I need
Your lies, bad medicine

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