| White walls, a tapestry
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| Germfest, his majesty
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| O.R. |
| procedure’s going right
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| A sponge on the brow
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| I’m cutting deeper now
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| That’s life spilling on the knife
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| It seems this patient’s lost the will to live
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| It’s such a mess, we must request
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| You hang on in there with your suffering
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| And by all means
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| Stay sick
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| This god complex, it don’t come cheap
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| So stay sick
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| This golden temple ain’t made of bricks
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| Brain bug, psychiatry
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| Depression, anxiety
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| Tell me, doctor, what’s the deal?
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| Is it life I suffer from?
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| A post-war urban condition
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| A world gone mad, grinding me to kneel
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| The TV tells me what I need within
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| Here’s side effects, a crutch to rest
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| Just eat your crap and take your medicine
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| And by all means
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| Stay sick
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| This god complex, it don’t come cheap
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| So stay sick
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| This golden temple ain’t made of bricks
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| The FDA, the AMA, your Senator, your Congressman
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| Don’t think they’re looking out for you
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| The COBRA plan, insurance scam, Medicaid, well, I’ll be damned
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| Denying claims is what they’re paid to do
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| Now I just want to die with dignity
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| But suicide don’t cost a fee, that pre-existing suffering
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| Is what our system spins to yarns of gold
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| So stay sick
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| This god complex, it don’t come cheap
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| So stay sick
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| This golden temple ain’t made of bricks
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| So stay sick
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| This god complex, it don’t come cheap
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| So stay sick
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| This golden temple ain’t made of bricks
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| So stay sick
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| This god complex, it don’t come cheap
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| So stay sick
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| This golden temple ain’t made of bricks
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| So stay |