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W-CV19-2020 [Wuhan China Virus-19 of 2020, Track 02] Things to do - "The Blame Game"

BandCamp allows tracks without audio. I hope to get to this soon, but may leave it as "Lyrics" only, such as it is. This was a "Mourning-morning-news-5-min-write" and as such, is written in the moment. Therefore, it may change, will change :) and if musicated changed again!

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Ohhh..., things..., to do
What's left, right and new
Ole Wuhan Mohan's got us, locked down skewed
Locked down tight, tight for this cue

[Ch]
But, Iiiiii... ... I, I'm with my, sweet Angle (2x)
We can't tell if, our hot sweat
Is the fever of our weaving, or our cleaving fit...

Ohhh..., things..., to do still
Put on a movie, by mistake was porn
And still locked down tight, now more rash worn

[Chorus]

Uncle Sam sent us, sent us a Grand
And we thought, now?, what's left to do
Bed's soaked with sweat, so many regrets
And the National Guard, M16'd our pets

[Bridge]
But, I...i i i i i... ... I, I'm with my, sweet Angle (2x)

Now Hash is legal, with money's for nothing
And with my sweet Angle, lying next to me
But we're American, no, this just can't be
How, how, how could it be

Could it be years of harrassment, so proud so loud
Swore they'd get'em out, anyway laud
Pillotzi, Shoe-mer, Shift and the rest
They killed your family, but you feathered that wreck

Unintended consequences, who now do you blame
You'll cheer if he dies, then who will you name
To build not destroy, and not puppet lame
Oh don't worry, Comrad, China's sending help,
Guatamala, Nicaragua, and Mexico yelp

How many next times, will we get
What could we do, if we all met
With intelligent conversation
No more talking off ledges,
No, no more, cnn nations

The men of '38, why did they die
And all the strange fruit, hung from trees tried
And indigenous people, too faught cried and died
Maybe we don't deserve this land, and we die in our pride

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