I never liked Mondays, now everyday’s a Monday But we’ll endure one way, or another to the other side But we won’t know what will be if we don’t stay inside So, lend a ear, caterpillar You cannot see this killer So stay safe, stay put, do as your mother would Now’s the time to make the great cocoon This will all be over soon As you can see the blue moon Beware the ides of March ‘Cause no one wants to be the bait So we wait…...so we wait…... I could do anything….I could do anything…..

I got 20/20 vision when both my eyes are open But when I close my left eye, I see the right one’s broken One compensates for the other’s short-sightedness Some estimate, but I am the only eye-witness To my impacted cornea, this blurry euphoria When I look through the telescope with the wrong eye The asteroid looks like another star in the sky My depth perception represents A introspection of events That led us to being retroactively screwed If we kept both eyes open, we’d have less attitude About the current situation that we find ourselves in We’d see it coming a mile away before it could begin But despite the promise, this would not be the year To have perfect vision, the irony’s clear We get a laugh at that over soup with drowning bat Oh wait, there’s a hair in it, send it back I could go on and on and on and on and on In this song so long I yawn “come on” get on with it And then I remember I got nowhere to be I give in, I surrender to relativity I’ll just sit on my ass ‘till the skin around it harden’s But hey, at least I got a garden (CHORUS) At least I got a garden to enjoy the fresh air At least I got a garden to wait out the scare At least I got a garden to pretend I’m debonair Tanning in my underwear, without a single care (X2) I can only imagine how hard it must be To not feel the soft breeze whenever you please If you’re stuck in some block feeling like livestock Then by now you want me to get off my crock I don’t mean for the mention of my garden to be boastful It does seem my intention shouldn’t hearken being noble But when was having a garden a luxury? “Since we’re now social distancing?” Oh I see Yeah fair enough, you guys have it tough You need a telescope to see the diamond in the ruff And you can’t even afford it on the furlough scheme The inferno seems like such a pleasant place to visit At least Dante got seven circles, one’s your limit (NINE ASSHOLE) Just waiting for limp tactics to finally pivot Can drive you crazy, as the days get hazy They turn into weeks and the weeks turn into minutes And we forget the regret the government fails to exhibit Whenever there’s a new reason for contemplating treason And they bribe Santa to tell us “‘tis NOT the season” So when should we protest? When everyone’s dead? Though it’s hard to argue with a bunch of hollow heads When you lounge in your birthday-adjacent suit Avoiding dispute with acutely stupid people’s a hoot I can just win arguments with the echoes of my mind And agree with my kind that the proletariat’s blind In my little patch of paradise, that clarifies my appetite To sanctify my human right to be secure day and night It might not impress King Louis the 14th But I don’t care for the royals grinning with their false teeth I only dress to impress when I’m feeling depressed So don’t you bless this whole mess I confess is unstressed With the flora and the fauna, a plethora of the former And the latter looking dapper as they traverse the borders I might not be well-equipped for when the world around me darkens But I’ll be okay, someday,’cause hey, at least I got a garden (CHORUS) And as the day turns into night I only just wonder what day is right Turns out it’s Thursday We support it in the worst way And clap for the NHS #blessed

To all the clerks who service the jerks who purchase all the toilet paper So they can wipe their mouths and continue being chro nic masturbators Just because you had no choice doesn’t mean you’re not brave To take pity on those who scavenge pride from being the knave They pretend they’re just like you; just as dependable But to them you’re as essential as you’re expendable To all the doctors and nurses expelling curses from all our souls So we can sit and wait for the latest update from those in “control” How much did you get for the medals you have to pawn To keep those debt collectors off of your neighbors lawn? Your sacrifice for their avarice is commendable But to them you’re as essential as you’re expendable To all takeaway providers, delivery drivers, and trash collectors Keeping all us abstinent sinners alive within our sectors Sorry we missed you out of all our thoughts and prayers We can give applause to make you forget no one cares For you it’s just another day barely spendable ‘Cause to them you’re as essential as you’re expendable To the teachers inherent, and stay-at-home parents, doing their jobs Who tread a fine line in dealing with snobs, slobs, mobs, and knobs Your children shouldn’t be canaries for the waylay As they flaunt their immunity down the motorway You’ll suffer at the hands of independent variables ‘Cause to them you’re as essential as you’re expendable To all my friends and family, weaving tapestry, keeping me sane Who love me no matter how much weight I might lose or gain Someday soon I will embrace you and you will know I never felt I gave you enough to truly let you go Though not every moment we shared was unforgettable To them you’re as essential as you’re expendable So to those in power, wet from golden showers, undeclared We do not thank you for the few of us who remain spared Enjoy the champagne you probably drink out of a baby’s skull I learned that from your tabloids erect with vitriol Enjoy not having to hide behind shame, so proudly despicable ‘Cause to us you’re as essential as you’re expendable I don’t pity blue-bloods who barely look vestigial To me you’re as essential as you’re expendable

Level with me now, when we will get out? The uncertainty is perverting me Into someone you don’t deserve to see Undue, undone, inadvertently Become lighthouse keeper to this urban sea I find no enchantment behind the light Why bind the commandment to the respite? Your kind might be kind to living this way But I’m blind to the givings of Groundhog Day So level with me now, WHEN WILL WE GET OUT!? Am I selfish to see this cage before me?! I just can’t see past this rage You think we all share the stage, sorry We’re not on the same fading page I’ll level with you now Shut your filthy mouth! You will not disavow The anger and the doubt They relish it somehow They love a perfect crisis The powerplay is priceless D’you feel fulfilled and righteous To suffer for your highness?! Well do ya? Do ya really?.....yeah that’s what I thought Am I selfish to see this cage before me?! I just can’t see past this rage The sick smell of salt and sage, floors me And cold hearts bring the ice age Oh yes. They do. Wouldn’t you agree? Well I thought we all in this together Through this perfect weather, oh well Wear my clothes I’m better off cold and naked Don’t shake the sacred, cow bell Am I selfish to see this cage before me?! I Just can’t see past this rage Better than to just disengage poorly Nostalgic for menial wage So level with me now, when will we get out?!

Government’s made another decision we’re addicted to being imprisoned What a revision, forced rescission Acting like it wasn’t their decision That screwed up everything into undefined subdivisions King of elisions, lizard provision This is why I don’t watch television When I told you to level with me and tell me “when will we get out?” I meant without having to worry about another outbreak sprout Now you tell me you don’t care what I do as long as that I don’t doubt The efforts to relabel the right thing to do as a “handout” Fuck you Put some Mettle in the vow (x4) You think I like being here? Living each day with fear? Wondering whether we were wasting what was working with Staying the fuck away From anyone who might spray Pathogens poised potentially permeating people’s plinth You’re dam right it’s a scheme A greasy snake-oil salesman’s dream Taxing totalitarianism to Trump temperate treaties Fuck the new normal From something shit to something awful Blatantly buggered by bastardised bourgeoisie Am I selfish if I wanna stay in the black and white room? Away from the doom? I’ve decked my house with the verve of an Egyptian tomb Proud to consume The materialism that distracts me from all the displume Of society’s gloom I’ve practiced for this since I was kicked out of my mother’s womb I’m not ready to bloom So put some Mettle in the vow (x8) It wasn’t so long ago They were willing to kill half a million or so Gentrified genocide’s genuinely justified, judiciaries joke But they pretend to laugh When you snap them for a photograph Fallacies flounder flagrantly for fuhrer-fearing folk So don’t pity the fool Who makes killing fields out of schools Empathy exits every event etonians escape Accept the misery We’re on the wrong side of history Routinely resisting redemption, replicants relate Am I selfish if I don’t wanna die for their bloody little ‘cause Festering with flaws? I still got alot I can offer the world or so I like to think I’m right on the brink Of finalising the formula for Nirvana here on Earth Gonna earn what I’m worth Otherwise all this time I’ve wasted here was barely spent Not even worth one cent So put some Mettle in the vow (x8) Maybe on the other side I will get fortified Become the person that’s deserving of my mother’s pride I could be the saviour so successful we can relish the respite Or a raconteur that prefers to blind the darkness with the light I could do great things with my hands, that no church could reprimand Sear images in your brain, to help you forget all the pain I could be someone that helps you contemplate reality I could do anything if I knew what I wanna be I could do anything if I knew what they wanna see I could do anything if I knew what is wrong with me I could do anything, I could do anything OH GOD IF I COULD DO ANYTHING WHY DO I CHOOSE TO KEEP ON DROWNING?! I NEVER LEARNT HOW TO BREATHE IT ALWAYS CAME NATURALLY AND NOW I HAVE TO LEARN IT ALL OVER AGAIN DON’T KNOW WHERE TO START, WHAT DO YOU RECOMMEND?! DO THEY FEAR AS MUCH AS ME?! I DOUBT IT, YET SUPPOSEDLY BEHIND THEIR GLASS EYES LIES THE LAST OF THEIR HUMANITY!! Maybe it’s too late for them Maybe it’s too late for us But I’m willing to take everything I am and break it all down to dust Make something good for once On behalf of the runts Who never stop wondering why they’re here, as the seconds turn into months Maybe that’ll be enough It’s probably gonna get rough But I have to try, I have to prove My life is not a bluff But I know I’m gonna need help With my own mental health I’m an atheist with a god complex I don’t believe in myself So I’ll put some mettle in the vow Put some mettle in the vow

(CHORUS) Complacency is currency to the C U Next Tuesdays who run this country “Keep calm” They claim “we can’t be blamed For the culling we curate carelessly” Would you rather get cancer from the air Than to cancel all their million heirs? So burn their cloaks, melt their clocks ‘Cause it’s time their false colors were stripped bare (X2) Save the drink, piss in the sink Fix the glitch, eat the rich Are you bored, of these lords? Sort your shit, you thick git Help yourself, for you health Pay no mind, to their kind You are great, shooting straight Soon you’ll bloom, from your cocoon (CHORUS) NOW PUT YOU HANDS UP AND PRETEND YOU CARE WE KNOW YOU DON’T REALLY BUT FUCK IT

It’s the definition that objections continue to exist even when they can’t be perceived That the guilty remain dutily long after they finally rest in a peace ill-received Just ‘cause it’s such a beautiful day doesn’t mean the world stops slowly suffocating For every breed freed from the threat, seven more take its place and cease generating When the president was black, the filth didn’t step back from profiling posthumously You don’t think it’s a joke when you find other folks barely poke at your roast profusely You and me get to see days without decisions that don’t carry the world in response Our objections are relative to a paradigm sedative leftover from the last renaissance

Don’t not go to work at home Yo, Look You know it’s on purpose They circumvent the circus No one can get mad at just how bad it can get ‘cause we don’t speak cursive I’m done being nervous I’m part of the surplus Don’t get paid to preach, don’t drink the bleach, I am barely subversive I’m just another asshole Shitting on the flag pole There’s something patriotic in being moronic, if I wipe my crack with the union jack Would that be a felony? I offer no equity So I guess it must be, bank account’s so dusty, bunnies breeding it’s hard to keep track Don’t not go to work at home What a well constructed contradiction Don’t not go to work at home Do other people have to write your own fan fiction? Don’t not go to work at home It was bad enough with your slurry diction Don’t not go to work at home If you say it enough times it will stop being fiction If we can only meet one mate At a time in the park, great! I guess we’re dogging now, no flogging, ow, I’m just doing what you told me Gonna get my rocks off Suck my cock, but don’t cough Hey buddy don’t use teeth, don’t give me grief, I’m sorry I just miss my family Menage a trois okay? I like to go both ways Oh only one at a time? I guess that’s fine, but I prefer to have the whole sandwich But I’m not greedy, I’ll wait And until then, masturbate Oh hi mum and dad, I hope you’re glad, I wrote this while Cummings makes the PM his bitch Don’t not go to work at home If you can go to work, then don’t go to work Don’t not go to work at home Exercise everywhere, but don’t go berserk Don’t not go to work at home We’re out the first wave, he claims hiding his smirk Don’t not go to work at home In how many directions of the circle can this jerk jerk? Three-hundred and sixty? He don’t look it but he’s nifty Wish I was that prevalent, despite the evidence, that he shouldn’t be trusted I’m not a perfect person I relate to the serpent But even I know the deal, he soiled his spiel, his crocodile teeth are busted He’s speaking out his rectum I should know, I’m on the spectrum I all #nofilter, I’m slightly off-kilter, say whatever to get a response My diagnosis was pervasive My development was evasive It may have took me longer, to get here but I’m stronger, I got not time left for this ponce Don’t not go to work at home When they ask me if I could do a better job? Don’t not go to work at home I say I probably could, and that’s the problem, shut your fat gob Don’t not go to work at home The uneducated like me shouldn’t have power Don’t not go to work at home The US is an example, their stability’s devoured Don’t not go to work at home Not that they had much in the first place Don’t not go to work at home They’re now a third world country with a nuclear base Don’t not go to work at home And all his rapist buddies are still getting mates rates Don’t not go to work at home We will see what changes before it’s too late DON’T NOT GO TO WORK AT HOME THEY DID NOT SAY BUT THEY DID SO THERE OH YEAH FAKE NEWS, FAKE BLUES, QUIT DRAGGING YOUR FAKE SHOES MADE BY SWEATSHOP CHILDREN WHOSE FEET REMAIN BARE

Next year I’m gonna learn to fly I’ll get there if I start by July Don’t care if I fall, I gotta try Next year I’m gonna learn to fly YO, PEANUT BUTTERFLY, PUMP UP THE JAM!! (x4) I’LL NEVER FORGET THIS YEAR, no no no no I won’t The year of the rat, ain’t it funny like that It was written in the stars but our deciphering was sub-par Speculation sells Oh well Better luck next year Crack open a beer for the ones no longer here Were you able to steer clear of frontier peers? Or were you caught in the headlights, sacrificial deer? It might have been a leap year but we’re stuck in first gear Oh yeah Another trip ‘round the sphere Another excuse to become austere Another deadweight in the atmosphere Another vaccine bought by the auctioneer Oh yeah And if I ever see you in a Wetherspoon’s I’ll slap the bitch outta you, you spineless goon I know many more were meaner, but on social media You were quite vocal ‘bout supporting your local So fuck the conglomerate, they polluted the omlette With broken eggshells, recalibrate your tolerance Oh yeah Now shut the fuck up, while I pledge allegaince to reconnaisance CHORUS BUT WHY NOT NOW? Well, it just ain’t the time All I gotta do right now is survive Keeping cool in the cocoon ain’t a crime The only person telling me to contrive Is me, myself, and I Oh wait But did I already have it, and just didn’t know?! I mean….. maybe? I really can’t say, all cards at play I just live day to day on the edge of foreplay Halfway to nowhere, always over there Insert Schrodinger joke here Looking forward to things being a little bit clear HAHAHAHA DON’T HOLD YOUR FUCKING BREATHE yeah I’d be better off wishing for a quick death That’s what happens when you sympathise with Macbeth Tomorrow and tomorrow and tomorrow full of sorrow For the blow from the shitshow to Jane and John Doe The tory’s keen knife sees not the wound it makes In lockdown, what light through yonder window breaks? THAT’S ROMEO & JULIET YOU FUCKING FAT DEGENERATE And never was there a tale of such woe As the UK’s response, it was an all-time low And we just had Brexit, how low could we go? Apparently we could go even lower That’s what happens when you’re run by growers and sho’ers And you beg for more smoke from the King ass-blower Oh yeah And if you wanna know how I spent my time in lockdown? I made a whole fucking album, you listening to the last song on it, you clown! CHORUS So now, what happens next? We’re all, frankly perplexed Are there anymore side effects Letting these leeches infect? LIKE A MEGA RECESSION?! Well, pardon my regression I don’t fucking care anymore Boris survives the virus and is still a massive twat That is...supposedly survived I’m not saying he died Though I’m sure by now he’s dead inside But at this point I would not be surprised If he never fucking had it Would you?? After all this, would you really be fucking surprised? Maybe that’s why the antibody test is so delayed Bring the magic money tree out so Richard Branson gets paid I’m getting more comfort out of the conspiracies I’ve made Okay, that’s enough shade But I don’t know how long I can take this I’m starting to lose all of my fake bliss How long before I don’t believe we’ll be okay That’s a question to answer another day (x4)