The Rust Belt gets rustier as the bottles get dustier the longer that the bars stay closed

The politico bandits forcing distancing habits and making judgments without wearing robes

Stay at home orders using our own four walls as borders, hey governor: this would have been a great time to fix our roads

But dissolving our community while acting with immunity calling our neighbors cowards, oh how that will bode

Food banks and donations, go to jail for running your business or face starvation, you’ve got to come down from your throne

A nation of rebels, rioters, traitors, and bootleggers, willing to work our fingers to the bone

But forcing our hand to trust in the man who can’t even stop robocalls coming to my phone

There was a time once, when Americans were brave

When we’d rather die trying, than just slowly go to our grave

Keep dragging your feet, people just want to eat, but you say that is too selfish over our groans

I take offense to you calling people cowardly, especially for the people who work hourly, how could you be such an obtuse drone?

No community beer with your friends, because we don’t have any ends, and most of us just want a fade

But no, that’s too risky, cowardly, and you can’t buy whiskey

But I bet you’re still getting paid