Wait!
We’re Forty Sunday Mornings out from normal
And the world is not the same
Said you waited for the warning
But the warning never came
Don’t shine a light in my face
Nancy’s gonna cut you a check too late
Two years after your funerals paid
Two years after the grave
She’ll be a little stronger for all of the dollars she saved
Watching you ache
Watching you cling to your family slipping away
Watch her do nothing but pray
Watch her condemn the republicans,
Take them to brunch,
And then shrug it away
Watch us be outraged half of a day
Then Pick a new hero to face our leaders and think they could beat them playing the game that they’ve played since Pelosi had real human blood in her veins
They’re all one in the same
Sold off stocks and they all maintained that the risk was benign
And the virus was tame
Flash forward and 40 Sunday Mornings fade
a quarter million people in its wake
And the cruise ships sailed today
So Motherfucker
Don’t shine a light in my face
Wait!
We’re Forty Sunday Mornings out from normal
And the world is not the same
Said you waited for the warning
But the warning never came
Don’t shine a light in my face
Said you waited for a warning, but the warning never—
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