Diagnosis

On a council estate in an invisible kitchen Hides a mother of three and she's running out of patience She got her name on a list, getting tired of waiting She's not even sure if anybody is listening Read 'em and weep, you're asleep at the wheel The system is fucked and your treatment's corrupting the deal You are not your diagnosís You're not that prescription in your hand You are not your diagnosís Simplified for them to understand You're not an animal We're not animals I'm not an animal I am a human being You're not an out of touch text in an out of date textbook One cure fits all, If it's to justify the letters on The name on the plaque upon the wall But if they looked a bit harder And if they dug a bit deeper Or If they came a bit cheaper They'd see a congenital glitch Not a burden on the rich Read 'em and weep, you're asleep at the wheel The system is fucked and your treatment's corrupting the deal You are not your diagnosis You're not the prescription in your hand You are not your diagnosis Simplified for them to understand You're not an animal We're not animals I'm not an animal I am a human being Diagnosis Diagnosis You're not an animal You're not an animal You're not an animal You are a human being