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 paid for the paper, you paid for the phone

You paid their salary to deny you what you're owed

There ain't no you in United Health

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 2% 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 United Health

Way back in 70 and seven, Mister Richard T. Burke

Started buying HMO's, and putting federal grants to work

Now it's 50 million bucks he made just last year

The Warren Buffett 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 giving a fuck

Commoditized health, monopolized fraud

There's doctors that we own and research that we've bought

They own the 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 United Health

There ain't no me in the company

There ain't no us in the private trust

There's hardly humans in humanity