On a council estate in an invisible kitchen
Hides a mother of three and she's running out of patience
She got her name on a list, getting tired of waiting
She's not even sure if anybody is listening
Read 'em and weep, you're asleep at the wheel
The system is fucked and your treatment's corrupting the deal
You are not your diagnosis
You are not that prescription in your hand
You are not your diagnosis
Simplified for them to understand
You're not an animal
We're not animals
I'm not an animal
I am a human being, hey
You're not an out of touch text in an out of date textbook
One cure fits all, if it's to justify the letters on the name
On the plaque upon the wall
And if they looked a bit harder
And if the dug a bit deeper
Or if the came a bit cheaper
They'd see a congenital glitch
Not a burden on the rich
Read 'em and weep, you're asleep at the wheel
The system is fucked and your treatment's corrupting the deal
You are not your diagnosis
You are not that prescription in your hand
You are not your diagnosis
Simplified for them to understand
You're not an animal
We're not animals
I'm not an animal
I am a human being, hey
Yeah
Diagnosis
Diagnosis
You're not an animal
You're not an animal
You're not an animal
You're a human being, hey
All right
