Wringer - Hello, Nurse! текст песни

Treachery, M.D., with your dirty bag of tricks
Play along, something's wrong, I need a simple fix
What's the diagnosis? Am I gonna be okay?
Put me on some fucking pill so I can face the day
Cuz I heard you say

I got a weakness, I got a filthy sickness
You got a cure to take this all away

Charlatans, politicians, I am on my knees
Said you would help me, but you're part of the disease
Cuz you're the one who benefits from these half-assed remedies
And you're telling me

Pull the wool over my face, it's a common case
But I'm okay, I'm not afraid
We're all dying anyways, I don't need you to tell me
I'm okay, I'm not afraid
You can fabricate a name for this made-up plague
It won't change anything