They caused many to weep, Sacklers, the drug kings.
Oxycontin, this cartel’s way to slay.
Scurrilous creatures are such a scourge.
They should all be put away.

Many families’ overdose deaths had them reeling;
Sacklers didn’t care so many died.
They’d sent their sales-force pushers around,
conning pharmacists to buy.

They were making heaps
of money from what they had done.
When they bought off the FDA, they had won.

They caused permanent sleep, Sacklers, the drug kings;
’bout their lethal product, they lied.
When they weren’t able to close a deal,
the next step was to bribe.

All they got was a slap on the wrist when everything’s through.
Put into phony bankruptcy their firm: pusher Purdue.

They caused permanent sleep, Sacklers, the drug kings;
can’t count how many people died
Not an ounce of pity did they feel—
in fact, they’re quite satisfied.

All they got was a slap on the wrist when everything’s through.
And Sacklers reaped drug bling, got to keep their billions too.

Dread Sacklers, the drug kings, evil as Chapo’s crew.