Testo di Hostages

The dripping blood The open wound The blurred vision The hours waiting So many are even worse There is no cure, no remedy There's no remedy! At the hospital we're hostages Of public money we're hostages Hospital! Hostages! Hospital! Hostages! The dripping blood Pain dominating Throbbing and constant Strewn through the aisle Neglect, contempt Suffering, torture! There's no remedy! At the hospital we're hostages Of the government we're hostages Hospital! Hostages! Hospital! Hostages!