Covid-19 version
Oh my god your hair is getting long
People jogging in the park with
Whatever they've got on
The shut down has the unemployed writing stupid
little songs
I can't believe we gave up all our Rights
No freedom to assemble
No freedom to talk
No freedom to go drinking
No freedom to walk
No freedom to sit shiva
No freedom to fuck
I can't believe we gave up all our Rights
No Easter No Passover
No time clocks being punched
No spinning yoga Pilates
No ladies who do lunch
No concerts no baseball
No going out for brunch
I can't believe we gave up all our Rights
Come writers poets congressmen
Musicians heed the call
My kin Folk need to save the world
As soon as there's a lull
The death rate (0.03%) is coming down
While the rest of us climb the walls
I can't believe we gave up all our Rights
Twelve hundred bucks was all it took
To take away our jobs
Phil Ochs would shit a golden brick
Of the extent that has been robbed
He's looking down hoping I'd
Stop butchering his song
I can't believe we gave up
I can't believe we gave up
I can't believe we gave up all our Rights
(Apologies for misspeaking in the video saying 'while I'm here' instead of When I'm Gone)
PANIC IS OVER IF WE WANT IT
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