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Doctors
You don't care how I feel
You just hand out sugar pills
You can take your little pad
And shove it squarely up your ass
No, I won't sign your damn release
Don't care if you have degrees
You just sit on your fat ass
And count all your ill-gotten cash
Whatever's "wrong" with my health
Id rather deal with by myself
People these days have gone soft
Going to a doctor for a cough
I don't need your fucking help
You can go and fuck yourself
You run your tests,tell me I'm sick
You can suck my fucking dick
You just hand out sugar pills
You can take your little pad
And shove it squarely up your ass
No, I won't sign your damn release
Don't care if you have degrees
You just sit on your fat ass
And count all your ill-gotten cash
Whatever's "wrong" with my health
Id rather deal with by myself
People these days have gone soft
Going to a doctor for a cough
I don't need your fucking help
You can go and fuck yourself
You run your tests,tell me I'm sick
You can suck my fucking dick
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