Ballad of a Pandemic - Matt Maltese

I got a fake tin hit 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

Oh-oh-oh-oh

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

And I, I, I…