This stuff on the news, it just
gives me the blues,
Who cares in the war on some
drugs if we lose?
Much more is at stake; a virus
such an impression on the circle
of life it will make.
I changed my gloves six times this
I’ve take in all the new channel’s
Wiping of this; stay away from that,
Keep six feet from people wherever
Wash your hands through to stay
yet they provide no soap or dispensary?
If families really knew our day-to-day,
it’s a guarantee they’d have something
They say the death count will rise
as another human dies,
red, white and blue still wave in
The president can speak, but can he
it seriously depends on how we all
The nation is in peril, an incredible
calculations made me nervous when I
saw them last night.
I’m so far away; I hardly know a soul,
when you’re living in prison, it’s like
living in a hole.
Weeks have gone by now turning to
over five million cases, what a pandemic
There’s a possible chance this could
be my last dance,
such a sad way to die in the
state’s pair of pants.
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