When Curebies Cry

I have had Prince's song "When Doves Cry" stuck in my head for about the past two weeks. Although I generally like Prince's music, it is starting to get seriously annoying. So I decided to turn the song into a commentary on something that is a lot more annoying—curebies and their nasty schemes to take advantage of unsuspecting families.


WHEN CUREBIES CRY

Imagine a sick, twisted world
Where many children are treated like s---
Spoken of as soulless animals
In your worst nightmares
Can you picture it?

Schemers are open for business
An ocean of quackery in bloom
Crackpots peddle curious potions
They smell the cash
The profits from selling doom

How come they can't get their story straight
When they say autistic kids are half dead?
Maybe it's pollution they say to hate
Maybe it's those evil vaccines instead
Maybe it's Refrigerator Mother
There's always another lie
Who cares if they contradict each other
This is what it sounds like
When curebies cry

Take out a second mortgage
Buying the miracle cure
You've got to do whatever they say
Or your kid's hopeless
A burden to endure

How can they have so little decency?
They're roaming the world in packs
Maybe if they're clever, you won't see
That they are just a bunch of liars and quacks
It doesn't take many crocodile tears
To look like a caring guy
They want to prey on your worst fears
Hang on to your wallet
When curebies cry...