I watch the news at nine now.
I rush in after dinner.
The last 3 years I've stayed away, deleted all my twitter,
I'm off the grid here.
Try to stay present in the moment, but let's be honest
I am present in this moment I just fucking wish I wasn't.
Who is this lady with her blonde hair and her jacket,
Why is she dressed in leather, I'm altogether distracted,
Confused and attracted, virus is rampaging the Spanish
10,000 dead she says, now I'm getting panicked
I'm holding up!
No I'm freaking out!
I'm counting down,
All the days till we're getting out
I'm holding up!
No I'm freaking out!
I want to scream,
I'm stuck in front of the TV screen
and the News at Nine.
I've been thinking bout those rare souls abandoned in those care homes,
They sent the Spanish army in, rooms looted down to the bare bones,
Imagine no companion there to whisper and to hand-hold
No witness to their low moans
As Elohim called them home.
Some thoughts are better in the world, not my imaginings,
I've got my own 3 children. I can't think about these things.
Park it down inside you. What's that. Are you coughing? Stop it.
Turn the TV up, I think they're saying Boris Johnson's got it..
I'm holding up!
No I'm freaking out!
I'm counting down,
All the days till we're getting out
I'm holding up!
No I'm freaking out!
I want to scream,
I'm stuck in front of the TV screen
and the News at Nine.
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