Aren't you cured yet?
I would have thought
Living ought
To have helped you get
Some vague idea of what is causing you such pain
And why the remedies you try are all in vain

Aren't you cured yet?
You must admit half of it's
Some hidden depth
That someone said that you were owed and should be met
The more you're paid the bigger it all gets

Why aren't you cured by love?
It's your sugar-coated pill and meant
To cure every ill
Why aren't you cured by love?
But still suffering and sending it the bill
Why aren't you cured by love?