away from the pain and frustration
of a trillion screaming victims
of economic genocide
treat the rich
move their brain into some paupers body
sold to feed his family of 12
he could not afford to go to the doctor
for his many ills
much less his wife's birth control pills
for the last six months of his life
he got perfectly healthy
so his organs would serve his rich master well
they promised his family eternal care
but he died on the table
so the deal went sour
I just want my fucking medicine
Yeah it's a big deal
I know what i need better than you
and your hypocritical oath
the goddamn AMA
and all the rich fucking insurance companies
would rather see the poor die and suffer
than lose one red cent
for their precious rich shareholders
I don't give possum's ass for your stupid tests
X-ray your butt until glows in the dark
cobalt-60 catheter let you pee in the dark
stick that tube down your own throat
take a look around
it hurts even before you see the bill you can't pay
Oh and the drug moguls
will burn in whatever passes for hell
profiteering on life and death decisions
one hundred and four dollars
for three weeks worth of medicine
I could have picked off the shelf
in this the land programed to be ignorant
marcus welby up my ass
'Chest X-ray before I can prescribe more'
'oh and write on there patient should quit smoking'
so easy to say
If your mother was dying of lung cancer
would you want her to even know that the doctor
suggested you get a chest X-ray
much less ask her to foot a bill
that you can't pay
just give my medicine
and get the fuck out of my life
shut up
I don't need your fucking advice
take the last of my money
and live in million dollar style
and bitch about malpractice rates
just sell me my medicine
at a price that's fair
you don't have to pretend that you care
just give me my medicine
so I can breathe today
just give my fucking medicine
and go play golf at palm beach
if you listen close
at the 8th hole
you can hear the soft sucking sound
as a kidney in Lampur slips
out of some poor man's back
so he can afford a second hand MAC
to tell everyone of the injustice
in his homeland hometown
And if you can
turn around at the 16th tee
maybe you can see the million ghosts
suicides
sick who died because they rolled in on a stretcher
instead of having regular medical care
health maintenance organization
for the rich
not the poor
no matter how hard they've worked all their life
making you money buying and selling their lives
on the stock exchange
squeeze the last drop of blood money
out on the 18th hole's sandtrap
with your $700 custom wedge
maybe you can pop it up into the hole
where your soul used to be
in that empty space
where you keep your hypocritical oath
and make a return on your investment
betting a $1000 a hole
with the cute young thing
from Roche
with her bag of samples
and a bottomless budget
to make sure you prescribe her expensive new drug
to the mentally and physically ill
Physician seal thyself
away from the pain and frustration
of a trillion screaming victims
of economic genocide
treat the rich
just give me my fucking medicine
