The End of Medicine

The angel cries,
'You bastard!'
as we analyze the accent,
So look out, you rocknrollers
Over forty million served, and thats a record for the master
It stood forever after
So are we, are we, are we, are we facing
The end of all, of all the drugs were lacing?
With common sense and courtesy and other things we thought
Would be the end of us, but now they wont allow us our intentions
Oh, the mother of invention
Its her pleasure to repeat with feeling
Are we, are we, are we, are we facing
The end of all the medicine were taking?
Somewhere in the system, theres an open-ended list of all the lies we tell
Unblinking, thinking, what could we be living?
Is it life, or is it even in the realm of possibility?
You see it when youre missing who you came to see
Is this thing even on, and on, and on
Are we, are we, are we, are we facing
The end of all the medicine were taking?
Are we, are we, are we, are we facing
The end of all the medicine were taking?