Tell me what are you feeling
Are you feeling pain?
Are you feeling sick?
Is the hair falling?
Blood on your stool?
Is your body weak?
Nurse! Bring me bottle one, and dont forget about bottle two
The box in my shelf, is the key for your health
Death knocks on the door, now what will do?
Will you pay my price, or pay with your life
Make your loved ones suffer, because of your lack of self love
I can cut you up, and cut you up good
Take out what is killing you, bringing you back to life
You need me and I need you sleeping like baby in the surgery room
Your insurance makes us charge
More than double that it costs
We make rules and monopolise
We make sickness business and the patients our victims
Diagnosing wrong diseases giving useless treatments
Surgeries cost enough for you to pay after you die
And for us that's ok!!
Because I tell you my friend
Medical school was expensive
And don't earn as much as I should
The only ones that get money are plastic surgeons
We work hard on self esteem
There will be always a next cure
The solution with its terms
We can heal but we can kill
Making bets without concerns
Bring me my next cure
Bring me my next cure
Bring me my next cure
Bring me my
Next! Next! Next! Cure!
Your insurance makes us charge
More than double that it costs
We make rules and monipolise
We make sickness business and the patients our victims
Diagnosing wrong diseases giving useless treatments
Surgeries cost enough for you to pay after you die
And that's very nice!
There will be always a next cure
The solution with its terms
We can heal but we can kill
Making bets without concerns
Bring me my next cure
Bring me my next cure
Bring me my next cure
Bring me my
Next! Next! Next! Cure!
