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Studied half my life
To be a healer
And I ended up as bad
As the neighborhood dealer

I thought I’d be dashing
I thought I’d be rich
Didn’t expect to be
Big Pharma’s little bitch

I got pills for the kids
I got pills for their mamas
If I push enough product
It’s a week in the Bahamas

I don’t care about your body
I don’t care about your bones
Just need to make money
To pay off my loans

I don’t care what you eat
I don’t care if you work out
Pushing my prescriptions
Is what I’m about

I don’t care how you feel
So don’t waste my time
Your words don’t contribute
To my bottom line

by Richard W. Bray

Tags: Big Pharma, country music, Country Music Lyrics, greed, lyrics

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