Dopesick (Hyde Park Demo)

Underneath a mountain
In an Appalachian town
Where sunshine ain't around much anyway

My daddy was a miner
And I'm a miner's son
Working here since the year 1931

The day I hurt my back
While swinging this pickaxe
Was the same day I met the devil, dear

And I ain't been the same
Since them pills took my pain
And everything I've ever loved and poured it down the drain

I hope
Your profit margin shows
You something worth these bodies piling high

And I hope
You're in your grave soon
So soon you'll have to answer your crimes

You've lied and you cheated
But that's the least of your sins
Hiding behind lawyers
And slow bureaucratic pens

Now there's lives lost
And you ain't answering calls
Boy you better not show your face 'round these parts at all

Got the judge in his pocket
Shining his shoes
If you got a suit and a serpent's tongue
He's prolly got a job for you

Got the doctors slingin' pills
Giving everyone the blues
TV said they're safe
The TV's always true

I hope
Your profit margin shows
You something worth these bodies piling high

And I hope
You're in your grave soon
So soon you'll have to answer your crimes

So doctor gimme pills
I no longer need
'Fraid it's now the only way I know

Killin' off my time
My body and mind
Was the son of a miner
In a forsaken life