[Intro] (Shouted) SAVATTA BROTHERS! C’mon! [Verse 1] Sal in the room with the lights turned low, Interventional calm when the pressure’s high—go. Dom at the console, robot on the line, Steady hands, sharp eyes, making seconds count like time. But upstairs it’s memos and a thousand “no’s,” More clicks than care, and everybody knows— They don’t touch the pain, they don’t feel the fight, Yet they write the rules like they own the night. [Pre-Chorus] We’re done with the waiting—done with the games, Patients aren’t numbers, they’ve got names. Cut through the red tape, hear the truth break through— Two brothers, one mission, and it’s long overdue. [Chorus] I’M DONE PLAYING BY YOUR RULES! (No!) I’M DONE PLAYING BY YOUR RULES! (No!) I’M DONE PLAYING BY YOUR RULES—ANYMORE! I’M DONE PLAYING BY YOUR RULES! (No!) I’M DONE PLAYING BY YOUR RULES! (No!) We’re building it for patients—down to the core! [Verse 2] Sal breaks away, puts the patient first, Builds a psych home base where the healing comes first. Time for the stories, space for the truth, No conveyor belt—just real follow-through. Dom keeps grinding, saving lives on call, But the “computer” says, “Doc, please click one more box!” y’all. I’m like, “Sure—right after I finish saving the day,” Even my coffee needs prior auth some days… okay? [Pre-Chorus] No more “approved,” no more “denied,” No more watching good medicine get compromised. We’ll write new rules with a human view— If you’ve been burned before, this one’s for you. [Chorus] I’M DONE PLAYING BY YOUR RULES! (No!) I’M DONE PLAYING BY YOUR RULES! (No!) I’M DONE PLAYING BY YOUR RULES—ANYMORE! I’M DONE PLAYING BY YOUR RULES! (No!) I’M DONE PLAYING BY YOUR RULES! (No!) We’re building it for patients—down to the core! [Bridge] (Spoken / half-sung) They told us, “Stay in your lane.” We said, “Perfect… we’re building a better road.” (Shouted) Sal’s got the vision! Dom’s got the steel! Compassion and precision—this is real! [Verse 3] Now Dom steps in with the surgeon’s fire, A urology practice built a little higher— Less noise, more care, straight talk, no tricks, Modern tools, old-school heart, and it finally clicks. If you call, you won’t get twelve menus, two holds, and a sigh— You’ll get a human. Wild concept, right? Brothers in the trenches, not on a throne, If the system won’t change—then we’ll build our own. [Pre-Chorus] So turn up the lights, let the truth ring loud, We’re not here for comfort—we’re here for the crowd. Every “no” we heard just fueled the spark— Now watch us kick the doors off the dark. [Final Chorus] I’M DONE PLAYING BY YOUR RULES! (No!) I’M DONE PLAYING BY YOUR RULES! (No!) I’M DONE PLAYING BY YOUR RULES—ANYMORE! I’M DONE PLAYING BY YOUR RULES! (No!) I’M DONE PLAYING BY YOUR RULES! (No!) Savatta Brothers rising—hear the crowd roar! [Outro] (Chanted) Patient first! Patient first! Savatta Brothers—break the curse! (Shouted) I’M DONE PLAYING BY YOUR RULES!
