Covid Kinda Madness

[Verse]
How do you do
I see your mask’s on crooked
You’ve sanitized
Everything but your outlook
I’m here to say
From my couch-ship planet
We’re all losing it
Covid kind of madness
[Verse 2]
You’re baking bread
You can’t name the weekday
You moved your house
To that glitchy screen play
Your yoga pants
Have now filed for marriage
This cozy breakdown
We call it self-care baggage
[Chorus]
I’m just a sweet quarantined addict
From the land of covid kinda madness
Got my snacks
Got my shows
Automatic
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It’s a full-time badness
Sweet quarantined addict
Covid kind of madness
Click and repeat
It’s automatic
Can’t leave the couch
That’s my address
[Bridge]
Did you wash your hands
Or just your conscience?
Are we six feet apart
Or miles from sense?
Is it Monday
Sunday
Someday?
Who’s counting?
Pass the phone
Pass the fear
Keep refreshing
Keep recounting
[Outro]
So fix your mask
Toast the hand sanitizer
We’ll ride this wave
On a sofa horizon
When the doors swing wide
We’ll miss this badness
These strange four walls
Covid kind of madness

and strutting bass. big tom fills and chorused guitars punch the hook. the verses stay tight and talk-sung, tongue-in-cheek choruses with stacked backing vocals and over-the-top drama., a campy theatrical rock track with sleazy piano, then burst into belted, slapback vocal, classic