People can blow their trumpets
And make it sound so loud everywhere
But in the synagogue of medics
They become quiet and meek,
They let lose of the tiger in them
And cause havoc just to prove strength
But in the synagogue of medics
They regret and pay for their actions

People can be terribly stingy
Even to themselves, but when
They suffer a breakdown in their health
They suddenly become benevolent
Right in the synagogue of medics.

Nobody hoards money in the synagogue of medics
Else, the cold hands of death might hide them permanently from the money they're hiding.
They call the Stethoscopic prophets Wizards
And the Syringe mistresses witches
But these same name callers run to the Synagogue of medics and worship the "Witches and Wizards" seeking their help above all things in the world.

It is in the synagogue of medics
We understand, that health,
Is the microcosm of all the
Blessedness of God unto mankind.
It is the place where people
Have better understanding of
and higher value for family,
Friends and well wishers.
For when thou art left alone
To take care of thine self by thine self
Then shall thou say to thine self
"No wonder, The LORD said,
It is not good for the man to be alone."

Only in the synagogue of medics
Are certificates issued for both
The living and the dead.
Humble thyself when thou goeth
To the Synagogue of Medics
That thou mayest find happiness.