White Coats
Don't trust the white coats
They cram it down your throat
They say it's good for you
Big pharma pays off the truth
Struck by another illness
Your body fights for life
Disease spreads quick, such sickness
White blood cells quick to strike
You don't think you will make it
Hot sweat drips down your face
Won't something make it better
Your mind drifts out to space
Consumed by feverish dreams
You can't tell what is real
Body aching, feeling breathless
You don't trust yourself to heal
What can you do to stop it
Where is the remedy
You begin feeling desperate
Best friends with the enemy
It might be terminal
This just might be the end
What can you do to stop it
When everything's poisoned
The food that we consume
The water that we drink
The air inside our lungs
It's bad for you and me
Another new diagnosis
Another new fancy pill
The doctor in cahoots with
All of the pill makers
They pay him off to give you
Some new untested drug
Let's hope it doesn't kill you
Let's hope it kills this bug
Growing closer, to the death bed
My last will and testament says
Give my body up to science
Chop me up and study my head
Feed me, my pills - they cure, all ills
I'll pay, anything - I'll pay, everything!
They cram it down your throat
They say it's good for you
Big pharma pays off the truth
Struck by another illness
Your body fights for life
Disease spreads quick, such sickness
White blood cells quick to strike
You don't think you will make it
Hot sweat drips down your face
Won't something make it better
Your mind drifts out to space
Consumed by feverish dreams
You can't tell what is real
Body aching, feeling breathless
You don't trust yourself to heal
What can you do to stop it
Where is the remedy
You begin feeling desperate
Best friends with the enemy
It might be terminal
This just might be the end
What can you do to stop it
When everything's poisoned
The food that we consume
The water that we drink
The air inside our lungs
It's bad for you and me
Another new diagnosis
Another new fancy pill
The doctor in cahoots with
All of the pill makers
They pay him off to give you
Some new untested drug
Let's hope it doesn't kill you
Let's hope it kills this bug
Growing closer, to the death bed
My last will and testament says
Give my body up to science
Chop me up and study my head
Feed me, my pills - they cure, all ills
I'll pay, anything - I'll pay, everything!
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Writer(s): Matthew Friedly
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