Lyrics
it’s a bad hospital full of wires and problems
full of predators and their companion pieces
“there’s an art to a pandemic”, a bronzed intern croaks
it requires cunning plans and manipulable statistics
if you were granulomatous you could create more work for
do you want to work for the bad hospital?
though it changed my life
i want to burn it down
la la la la la la/carve its insides out
and all the people in it
i remember your stupid group
and your outmoded survey ta-ta-ta-ta-techniques
and the faux form data a little man in baggy
(or a reasonable facsimile) sending lethal loopfax
pages came out all black, we are painted blackface
now your friends are all gone and your studies are unpublished
even though it saved my life
i want to burn it down
la la la la la la/carve its insides out
and all the pusbots in it