Illegal Organ Trafficking

Illegal Organ Trafficking

I used to earn my pay in a corporate cubicle
Work was OK but a monkey could do it though
I was drinkin’ so bad, that job was killin’ me
They put me in a rehab and then on disability

But a man without a job is like…there must be a metaphor
Smoked a lot of pot, watched a lot of  Mary Tyler Moore
My life began to feel more and more a tragedy
Then I got into the field of illegal organ trafficking

You must be motivated to develop this obsession
For me it was a broken leg ‘cause I bet the Jets again
I started out in kidneys, used my own inventory
Now I’m crazy busy, eleven people workin’ for me

Made some connections ‘cause I had some capital
Men in medicine, none of them admirable
Traveled to the third world, there’s more happening
With the boys and girls of illegal organ trafficking  

first there’s the harvesting the bargaining for better deals
But that ain’t the worst thing: bitter coffee, worse meals
The filth and dust and occasional abductions.
the betraying of trust of faithful loved ones  

Ya gotta weed out some, diseases and things
A lot of tedium in illegal organ trafficking

My eyes are brand new I can see much clearer  
Brilliant baby blue – I’m in love with the mirror
New hair, new heart just one final goal
I need one more part: a good person’s soul