Medicine In America Is a Giant Diseased Balloon

Excuse me while I wrap up your tomb Eschew myself right out the room I've gathered data plenty and ready I know your case! I've sold many We'll order some laser rays And a few submarines It will cost a fortune But its not what it seems We are healing the sick huddled masses Ship em in like lunch trays To recieve their care Life's a ***** We're all too aware So give me that blood I will screen your disease Death is near Take this envelope please If theres nothing we can do We'll send a Priest your way It will show on the family bill Have a nice day! and come again We'll treat you as a true friend