Treasure Island

Mason Maestro

Point me at the Wry

Hey, vamp,
This is Arthur J. Cramp
I've posted my prescription quota (with stamp)
And I'm ringing to ask
For another paid trip to Cayman
We'll call it a seminar for surgeons
And allow the corruption to burgeon

Isn't it strange
How little we change
Isn't it sad we're insane
Playing the game and we won't wipe their tears
The game we've been playing for thousands and thousands and...

Swept into the pharmaceutical cartel
On its practice, secrets I won't tell
We don't mean to heal, but just grease the wheel
Take on the profits and fates are sealed

Point me at the wry and let em' buy
Point me at the wry and let em' fry
Point me at the lie and let em' die
And if you survive till twenty- twenty five
I hope you're exceedingly frail
For if you are stout we'll then take you out
While the people around you give in

Point me at the wry and let em' buy
Point me at the wry and let em' fry
Point me at the lie and let em' die
Pressing for vaccines at all sides
Refusals we hate, and so is
Sitting down to eat
With only GMO on your plate

Curing's a crime but get your chemo in time
We'll give you cancer but call it treatment
If only you knew who controls the medical schools
Government and media are also their tools
Head of State will criminalize what you just ate
Move by move we come down to check-mate

Submitted: Wednesday, March 14, 2012
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