United Health

There's an
Office with a desk with a person in a chair
And you paid for all of it, though you may be unaware
You're paying for the paper, you're paying for the phone
You paid their salary to deny you what you're owed

There ain't no "You" in UnitedHealth
There ain't no "Me" in the company
There ain't no "Us" in the private trust
There's hardly humans in humanity

The procedure that you need ain't the cost effective route
And only two-percent of people end up winning a dispute
So, if you get sick, pray to God for help
'Cause all your doctor's prayers go up through UnitedHealth

Way back in
Seventy-and-seven, Mister Richard T. Burke
Started buying HMO's and putting federal grants to work
Now it's fifty-million bucks he made just last year
The Warren Buffet of health, the Jeff Bezos of fear

CEO's come and go and one just went
The ingredients you got bake the cake you get
So, if you get sick, cross your fingers for luck
'Cause old Richard T. Burke ain't givin' a fuck

Commoditized health, monopolized fraud
"Here's the doctors we own and research that we bought
They own loans and physicians, pharmacies and meds
They should start selling graves just to fuck you when you're dead

There ain't no "You", in UnitedHealth
There ain't no "Me", in the company
There ain't no "Us" in the private trust
There's hardly humans in humanity