Handing out blank checks
From my health bank
And cursing the sky, in debt
As my health sank
But I don't really mind if anyone
Listens to me
At the end of the day
This is just my therapy
Would you help your neighbor
Without any profit/prophet
And once greed takes hold
Could you stop it
The highways are all filled
With advertisements
Blocking my view of you
For these tyrants
I've been handing out blank checks
From my health bank
And cursing the sky, in debt
As my health sank