WESTERN MEDICINE

I wrote six lies
Cover me by night
Test my indifference
Or whatever you'd call it
Measure myself against
Your postured words
I died six times
In your office, wide eyed
You say
Well you seem quite healthy so
Don't be needy

Doctor annoyed by your visit
And god bless the brave men
Of western medicine

Where the flower
Is stamped out
When it refuses to grow without water

God bless the brave men
God bless the brave men
God bless the brave men
God bless the brave men