S.O.S.

Stage/Video intro with morse light.

{S.O.S.} :|| (analogue T.N.T.)

Boom! Bang! Happy New Year!
Pandora’s box (is) full o’ cold fear.
–Incomin’, deadly pandemic!
Gotta rescue the system,
throwin’ money at-an-epidemic!
Big talk, “Rest at ease.”
Got me thinkin’ “The cure’s worse than the disease!”
Under control shelter in place.
“Don’t panic!” on TV,
now tell me, tell me who’s crazy?

I’m losing control {S.O.S.} babe you gotta save me.
Can’t get you on the phone {S.O.S.} need ya here, believe me!
I’m here all alone {S.O.S.} an’ you can’t seem to reach me
an’ I don’t even know {S.O.S.} do you really need me?

House arrest! Martial law!
Invisible-enemy-wagin’a third world war.
-Anarchy! Bring in the troopers:
Save the too big too fail blown the last cent of our (poor) future!
Lockdown! Close the borders.
Shot John Doe dead: GI Joe(‘s) “followin’ orders”.
Welcome fascist state! Papers please!
Sold out freedom overnight!
Thirty pieces about right?

I’m losing control {S.O.S.} babe you gotta save me.
Can’t get you on the phone {S.O.S.} need ya here, talk to me!
I’m here all alone {S.O.S.} an’ you can’t seem to reach me.
But I don’t even know {S.O.S.} do you really need me?
(please need me!) [into SOLO]

SOLO

One vote, one voice, one choice: (whoa) not too complicated.
Freedom? Fairness? Justice? We are federated!
No see, no hear, no tell! Free or subjugated?
“They” throw a crumb to starvin’ mouths an’ claim “they’ve” sated hungry/hungered crowds.
Honour. Valour. Repute? Not amongst these thieves.
No time. No fine. No crime. I plead insanity!
Morals. Virtue. Respect? You must be kiddin’ me,
“they” beat you down with evil spite an’ cry in pain each time “they” strike (you/yeah).
“they” beat you down with sightless eyes ‘n’ cry in pain each time “they” strike (you/yeah).

SOLO

Democracy. Shock an’ awe!
Demented echoes I’ve heard this shit before.
Good/Great job guys! Mission accomplished!
All hail the modern serf, destroy the middle-class and populist.
Sur-re-al, how time flies.
We were together havin’ fun an’ good times.
Quarantined. Self-confined.
So far away from you I’m losin’ (losin’) ma ma ma mind.

Stuck here on my own {S.O.S.} baby come an’ save me.
Can’t get you on the phone {S.O.S.} an’ you can’t seem to reach me.
I’m losing control {S.O.S.} gonna have to break free.
Guess I’ll never know {S.O.S.} did you really need me? [hold thru outro SOSs]

{S.O.S.} :|| (analogue T.N.T.)

Stage/Video intro with morse light.

©21.3.2020 Andrew Robert Chapman

Destroy the middle-class and let the new serfs enjoy their x x x
Destroy the middle-class and leave the children poor an’ famished.
Destroy the middle-class and leave the poor beggin’ and famished.
Fire-up free money presses print till ev’ryone’s impoverished!


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