David Christy Jones - Virology (feat. Hyd) Lyrics

Do you think the world's ready
For the slate to be wiped clean
Panic and stress, as far as you can see
It's heaven sent, and it's free
They'll be knocking down doors
And tolling the bells soon
Yeah
Suddenly everyone
Is a professor of Virology
So tell me where did you study
Tell me where's your degree
Those masks won't save you now
Won't do you any good
They'll be knocking down doors
And tolling the bells soon
They're on their way, so don't forget
To paint a red cross upon your head
They'll be knocking down doors
And tolling the bells soon
Do you think the world is ready
For the slate to be wiped clean
We've been dragging our weight
And dragging our feet it seems
They're on their way, so before you go
Paint a red cross upon your door
And bring out your dead
Bring out your dead
They're on their way, so don't forget
To paint a red cross upon your head
They'll be knocking down doors
And tolling the bells soon
Batten down and bolt em up we're at the end of days
Where introverted germaphobes have ruled and now you're in their place
So show respect to those who've left you roam in their domain
With awkward conversation and some sanitized grace
Well, tomorrow we might just try it, or panic buy it
Wipe our ass so much the shit we talk will run riot
Slowly build an arsenal, tuna cans optional
Cause if the OAP's needed em they should have had some hustle
So let's go
Spread the word
Mr. Jones has found the cure
And at market price plus shipping he's gonna help us save the world
So take your money out
Go to town
And sleep sound
Cause tomorrow we've gotta start again just a couple million down