It’s like we’ve been incarcerated
Locked up in our homes
Freedom’s just so antiquated
Police have turned to drones
To keep us all in lockdown baby
Under house arrest
My whole career reduced to sitting
In my pants and vest
Alcohol and biscuit intake
Ramped up to the max
Diet, not the virus now
Will stop me in my tracks
The boredom’s coursing through my mind
To this I can attest
There’s no way out of lockdown baby
Under house arrest
By Mark Hanna
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