while we’re rolling pennies 
and cooking on a wire 
and all your sisters millions 
have gone up in a fire 

this song will save us 
It’ll roll off our tongues 

locked in the laundry room 
robots are broken 
all delivery vans 
gone flat in Hoboken 

I’ll sing you a line 
and you’ll reply with a rhyme 

when he’s back in power 
and promises rain down 
in the final hours before 
the borders close down

they’ll line us up 
with our last e-cigarettes 
we’ll face them down 
with no last requests

and children 
will sing this song to themselves