It's a bad hospital full of wires and problems Full of predators and their companion pieces “there's an art to a pandemic”, a bronzed intern croaks It requires cunning plans and manipulable statistics If you were granulomatous you could create more work for Do you want to work for the bad hospital? Though it changed my life I want to burn it down La la la la la la/carve its insides out And all the people in it I remember your stupid group And your outmoded survey ta-ta-ta-ta-techniques And the faux form data a little man in baggy (or a reasonable facsimile) sending lethal loopfax Pages came out all black, we are painted blackface Now your friends are all gone and your studies are unpublished Even though it saved my life I want to burn it down La la la la la la/carve its insides out And all the pusbots in it