Care Pathway there is a doctor with medical notes
of every patient he dutifully helps to die
And all the relatives who come to drop by, stop to say bye bye
On the corner a receptionist behind a desk
Little children don’t know quite what’s happening
Receptionist books a new patient in
Very grim
Care Pathway is on our wards oh my oh my
Ah the NHS, the place to die
Bishops sit back oh but why?
Care Pathway there is a nurse checking a clipboard
And in her pocket is a strange end of life scheme
She takes a look at the life support screen
‘Let’s turn off the machine’
Care Pathway is on our wards oh my oh my
Your last proper meal was in July
last summer meanwhile back
Behind the operation theatre in the hospital
A pretty girl sells sympathy cards everyday
And though she’s not sure that this okay
She sells them anyway
Care Pathway, a ward sister starves the elderly
We know it happens because we are the families
You’d think she might consider keeping them clean
But still she’s serene, bizarrely
Care Pathway is on our wards oh my oh my
Ah the NHS, the place to die
Bishops sit back people die
Care Pathway is on our wards oh my oh my
Ah the NHS, the place to die
Care Pathway
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