Virology (feat. Hyd)

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