There is a hospital just down the road
The proud abode of the patient mad
All wet in fear but with ill will cheer
Their march of progress to be the best

They brew some medicine and call it money
And perchance with it to buy some honey
The patients are their own doctors
And how they love their own medicine

So while the hospital burns and the factories churn
Still the patients yearn for something more
Ignore these heartaches petty gnaw
They just want a little more medicine

So steal away from the guy next bed
Who’s laughing still in his coffin car
The nectar of youth to dabble in debt
Even as the nurses wept

So they helped themselves and printed charts
The price of ‘progress’ to regress to lusts
The GDP is rising while the lands are sinking
And the patients are much too busy cheering

Still they wait in line to enter here
Borg our way and bought our way
Surely tomorrow is a better day
So sing now and cheer hurray

But alas the disobedient patients
Who walk with eyes wide open
And patiently yearn
To make blind men see
That their medicine is poison
When taken without compassion