Lyrics

These orders have brought others down
the angry, lock her up crowd
but we'll bang on cowbells, at 7 o'clock
a practical exclave, formed by our block
we'll be here

and if this television year, is a world premiere
season two usually sucks
we can ride it out, on an IKEA couch
they can't take the good part away

History is a memory pack
accounting for legend and fact
but newspapers won't see, these puzzles and snacks
we'll know how we fought this, when we look back
my recording device was you

and they don't write folk songs
about covering your face
or a love song
about staying in place
when these sirens subside
I'm going outside, with you