I got a fake tin hat and a pin on my chest
I got a disinfected scarf on my neck
There's a lot on our plate and I don't mean food
There's a lot of bad things that could really hurt you
I'm scared
I'm afraid of dying as much as the next guy
I want you to be fine more than I can describe
Sit tight on your couch like a soldier in a dressing gown
Wear plastic gloves and please don't come around
I'm scared
And help your neighbour
Even if they're not nice
Help your neighbour
Even if they're hostile
When it couldn't get worse it does just that
Death is exponential but this life is flat
And I'm borderline too mushy about this
But if you're not kind now then your eulogy will stink
