Lockdown Blues - Iceage

I know you’ve been choked

A loosened clamp around your beak

While crowds and parties mock the weak

A sudden fatal tenant seizes room

Didn’t grasp what I had until

It was robbed absent too soon

COVID-19 lockdown blues

The only way out is through

A wraithlike peril spread across our seven seas

Empty shelves, barren streets

Confined domestic quarantine

How the itching for lost touch is deafening

COVID-19 lockdown blues

COVID-19 lockdown blues

The lid’s on the kettle

Measured to subdue

Steamed figures rising

In a sulk warped for its roof

Like rings propagate in water

Motion’s no vaccine

Those cut-off wages, darling

Don’t rinse down with Listerine

I got the COVID-19 lockdown blues

The only way out is through

A wraithlike peril spread across our seven seas

Empty shelves, barren streets

Confined domestic quarantine

How the itching for lost touch is deafening

COVID-19 lockdown blues

COVID-19 lockdown blues

COVID-19 lockdown blues

COVID-19 lockdown blues

COVID-19 lockdown blues

Among us in the glaring daylight