Holistic Remedy
This is the world that man made. These are the ills that plagued The world that man made. This is the doctor prescribing the pills That treated the ills that plagued The world that man made. These are the plants and labs and mills That manufactured all the pills the doctor Gave to treat the ills that plagued The world that man made. This is the banker with tellers and tills That backed the plants and labs and mills That manufactured all the pills the doctor Gave to treat the ills that plagued The world that man made. This is the general with trumpets and trills Who made the war that saved the bank that Backed the plants that manufactured all the pills The doctor gave to treat the ills that plagued The world that man made. Here is the mother all forlorn Whose one and only child was born To die in the war the general made to save The bank that backed the plants that made The pills the doctor gave to treat the ills That plagued the world that man made. This is the angel that blew his horn To comfort the mother all forlorn And fired the general and closed the banks And shut the mills and scattered the pills, Retired the doctor and cured the ills And ended the world that man made. |
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