Dang, I must have been ticked off with Surgeon's back in '93. Who knows what the heck was going on?!?

Nobody's Crying

I'll take another hit
About surgeons, generic,
They fashion themselves
As some kind of cleric,
In direct communication
With the heavenly father,
Who admonishes them
Do it right or don't bother.

But so many of them
Reinterpret the saying,
They won't do it right
Unless somebody's paying,
As their bank accounts grow
They feel glorified,
There is little remorse
When someone has died.

It's business as usual
In a world of disease,
Make money like crazy
As much as you please,
Who will question the need
Of a man who is dying,
If he's willing to pay
Why nobody's crying.

Fibril_late; 7/93