There's an
Office with a desk with a person in a chair
And you paid for all of it, though you may be unaware
You're paying for the paper, you're paying for the phone
You paid their salary to deny you what you're owed
There ain't no "You" in UnitedHealth
There ain't no "Me" in the company
There ain't no "Us" in the private trust
There's hardly humans in humanity
The procedure that you're needing ain't the cost effective route
And only two-percent of pеople end up winning a dispute
So, if you gеt sick, pray to God for help
'Cause all your doctor's prayers go up through UnitedHealth
Way back in
Seventy-and-seven, Mister Richard T. Burke
Started buying HMO's and putting federal grants to work
Now it's fifty-billion bucks he made just last year
The Warren Buffet of Health, the Jeff Bezos of fear
CEO's come and go, and one just went
The ingredients you got bake the cake you get
So, if you get sick, cross your fingers for luck
'Cause old Richard T. Burke ain't giving a fuck
Commoditized health, monopolized fraud
"There's the doctors we own and research that we bought"
They own loans and physicians, pharmacies and meds
They should start selling graves just to fuck you when you're dead
There ain't no "You", in UnitedHealth
There ain't no "Me", in the company
There ain't no "Us" in the private trust
There's hardly humans in humanity
Office with a desk with a person in a chair
And you paid for all of it, though you may be unaware
You're paying for the paper, you're paying for the phone
You paid their salary to deny you what you're owed
There ain't no "You" in UnitedHealth
There ain't no "Me" in the company
There ain't no "Us" in the private trust
There's hardly humans in humanity
The procedure that you're needing ain't the cost effective route
And only two-percent of pеople end up winning a dispute
So, if you gеt sick, pray to God for help
'Cause all your doctor's prayers go up through UnitedHealth
Way back in
Seventy-and-seven, Mister Richard T. Burke
Started buying HMO's and putting federal grants to work
Now it's fifty-billion bucks he made just last year
The Warren Buffet of Health, the Jeff Bezos of fear
CEO's come and go, and one just went
The ingredients you got bake the cake you get
So, if you get sick, cross your fingers for luck
'Cause old Richard T. Burke ain't giving a fuck
Commoditized health, monopolized fraud
"There's the doctors we own and research that we bought"
They own loans and physicians, pharmacies and meds
They should start selling graves just to fuck you when you're dead
There ain't no "You", in UnitedHealth
There ain't no "Me", in the company
There ain't no "Us" in the private trust
There's hardly humans in humanity
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This song serves as a response to the killing of UnitedHealthcare CEO Brian Thompson in December 2024, where 26-year-old Luigi Mangione shot and killed Thompson, whose company insures 49 million Americans and had $281 billion in revenue for the 2023 fiscal year.
Amidst national protests each year regarding healthcare-related businesspeople, CEOs of firms associated with healthcare, and the systematic injustice regarding the distribution of healthcare to millions of Americans, Welles acts upon releasing and writing a song to let his feelings known about the killing, particularly to encourage distrust within the current healthcare system and, predominantly, its CEO’s, owners, and other firms associated.