Who Needs A Mine?

In a room with paneled style
Men in suits they sit and smile
They’ve got the goods and a business plan
To boost supply and demand

And down the line at the clinic door
The doctor grins and offers more
Just a little script in lazy scrawl
Promised relief to one and all

My people lived the Blue Diamond way
Working hard for too little pay
Who needs a mine to kill us dead
When a little pill works fine instead?

Our aches and pains became a curse
But the cure just made us worse
We were poor and short on hope
An easy mark for corporate dope

In tiny homes on the edge of town
And in sagging storefronts falling down
The hours creep by but the day don’t change
Our cravings roar and then they rage

Those in charge, they held their tongues
Closed their eyes to the damage done
Countless graves, they yawn and call
Prescription death will fill them all

My people lived the Blue Diamond way
Working hard for too little pay
Who needs a mine to kill us dead
When a little pill works fine instead?

My people lived the Blue Diamond way
Working hard for too little pay
Who needs a mine to kill us dead
When a little pill works fine instead?
When a little pill works fine instead?