Prison doctors, they don't care. Prison doctors, they're just there. They think prisoner pain is funny. They're just in it for the money. Prison doctors, they're just there. Send Lavenia to Vandalia Let's kill her while she's there. Prison doctors, they don't care. She was crying. She was pleading. She was dying. She was bleeding. For her bleeding Give her Maalox. For her health care Use a pine box. She had Hepatitis C. It is really plain to me. If a doctor wants to kill He can do it with a pill. Clean her blood off the floor. Clean her blood off the wall. Want to kill the next one? Dr. Rakestraw, it's your call. Prison doctors, they don't care. Prison doctors, they're just there. They think prisoner pain is funny. They're just in it for the money. Prison doctors, they're just there. Quincy asked them to explain. "Mr. Troupe," was their refrain, "We just don't understand Why these prisoners complain." "We feed them And we clothe them. We train them And we hose them Off the prison walls." "If we kill them, We don't care. We have plenty more to spare. Just get out of our hair." But there's a new day dawning For prisons quite alarming. When the families of the inmates, The largest voting bloc in State, Vote to retaliate. Prison doctors, then they'll care. Prison doctors, won't be there. Their dilemma won't be funny. They will all be out of money. Prison doctors, then they'll care, But it will be too late! |
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