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Quarantine
by Mike Shields
2020
1. Hang Me, Oh Hang Me (0:00 - 4:00)
2. Covid-19 Blues (4:01 - 7:22)
3. Right Behind You, Danny (7:23 - 11:38)
4. Social Distancing (11:39 - 15:38)
5. Quarantine (15:39 - 21:20)
\"Hang Me, Oh Hang Me\"
Hang me, oh hand me
I'll be dead and gone
Hang me, oh hang me
I'll be dead and gone
Wouldn't mind the hanging
But the layin' in a grave so long, poor boy
I been all around this world
I been all 'round cape Gigardeau
Parts of Arkansas
All around cape Giradeau
Parts of Arkansas
Got so god damn hungry
I could hide behind a straw, poor boy
I been all around this world
Went up on a mountain
There i made my stand
Went up on a mountain
There i made my stand
Rifle on my shoulder
And a dagger in my hand, poor boy
I been all around this world
So hang me, oh hang me
I'll be dead and gone
Hang me, oh hang me
And i'll be dead and gone
I wouldn't mind the hanging
But the layin' in a grave so long, poor boy
I been all around this world
Put the rope around my neck
Hang me up so high
Put the rope around my neck
Hang me up so high
Last words I heard em' say
Wont be long before you die, poor boy
Been all around this world
So hang me, oh hang me
I'll be dead and gone
Hang me, oh hang me
And i'll be dead and gone
I wouldn't mind the hanging
But the layin' in a grave so long, poor boy
I been all around this world
\"Covid-19 Blues\"
I see your Covid-19
And I raise you Covid-20
Lady want my free time?
Well, baby I got plenty
They rather see me die
Than lose a single dime
Welcome to the end times
They don't feel too good
Wake up in the morning
Aint no need for shoes
Walking around barefoot
With these Covid-19 blues
Sweet little lady,
I don't know what to do
Welcome to the end times
They don't suit you
I find myself on lockdown
Howard Hughes Quarantine
Nothing I ever thought
Means a thing
Sweet little girl,
What am I supposed to do?
Welcome to the end times
They don't feel too good
I see your Covid-19
And I raise you Covid-20
I will pay you pretty
But I won't pay you a penny
It's alright
It's alright
Welcome to the end times
They don't feel too good
\"Right Behind You, Danny\"
He bought the bourbon
And he drank it down
Savored the sentence
As it was pronounced
Like an old friend
Returning to town
Lick his lips as he sipped
Wearing his crown
Here's to 5 months in the wagon seat
And the irreparable harm it's caused me
Bottle fits in the
Hand like a glove
The whiskey's risky
And as bitter as love
And he thanks the lord
He don't believe in above
No matter how much
It's never enough
Raise your glass to the end of time
And drink it down till you feel fine
He'll tell you secrets
After a drink or five
That you are lucky
To be alive
This certainly is
No time to think
So raise your glass
On the ship as it sinks
Titanic breaks in half
And that's ice for your glass
\"Social Distancing\"
I don't care about the president
Covid's not too catching
And I don't care about your Facebook post
I haven't seen tiger king
I'm sick and tired of the exile
But I was sick and tired before
We were ever locked into the houses
We could barely afford
I don't care about my own thoughts
I don't care about yours
And I don't care about the plans I made
For the future anymore
Cause the buck stops here
At the door of the poor
And it's much worse than it seem
Have no fear
It's just the rotting core
Of the American dream
I don't care about bankers
And whatever bailout they bought
I don't care about your 1000 dollar checks
Or whatever celebrity has caught
The Covid-19 with the posts and the tweets
About how they met their end
And I don't believe the speakers outside the store
That say Wal-Mart is my friend
I am lost
I'm lost
It's all so unfair
I am lost
I am lost
And I don't care
I am lost
I am lost
And I don't care
\"Quarantine\"
Nothing means anything
It's all lies they told you in school
And if you believe in a thing they said
You are a down right fool
Life's about buying shit
Do work and get paid for it
You are what you do, and what you do is consume
It's all a nasty racket
Oh, what a devious scheme
Biggest scam that I've ever seen
The blacks and the jews, the indians, and me too
All food to feed the machine
I'm alone with my thoughts
For the first time in years
And I've never been more lost, my love
Nothing means nothing my dear
I'm on quarantine
With nothing but my thoughts and me
I'm struck by the absurdity
The workings of this stupid machine
Nothing means anything
It's all lies they told you in school
And if you believe in a thing they said
You are a down right fool
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