[00:03.755]I am teacher who works on a farm
[00:08.946]Immunity barcode tattooed on my arm
[00:13.731]But the children must eat, education can wait
[00:19.622]I coax up the carrots til quarter to eight
[00:24.921]And if I don't farm then nobody eats
[00:29.916]And if nobody eats we're in pain
[00:35.156]What if someone declared a black death but nobody came?
[00:43.323]
[00:46.151]And the Ibis hotel is a hospital now
[00:51.103]The conference centre's a morgue
[00:56.883]The city's so quiet, I can't get used to it
[01:01.730]The police have turned into the Borg
[01:07.011]Saw a lonely flaneur with a drone overhead
[01:12.369]With a thin metal voice that shrieked out as it said:
[01:17.880]"You have the choice to be thrown in a cell or go home"
[01:25.914]
[01:29.559]Empty Paris, empty Berlin
[01:33.464]Empty London, New York, empty Dublin
[01:39.208]Empty Lagos, Johannesburg, Moscow, LA
[01:44.873]Empty Adelaide, empty Belgrade
[01:49.679]And I dig on the farm, this tattoo on my arm
[01:55.624]Proving I've come through the plague
[02:01.021]And when this squeeze is over and we all recover
[02:06.382]Perhaps we will drink lemonade
[02:10.071]
[02:11.925]I had a partner but she's disappeared
[02:16.871]And I'm not used to living alone
[02:21.947]Well the hard work all starts when the loneliness hurts
[02:27.389]And sometimes I wish we'd both gone
[02:32.537]And I'm scared of the government, scared of the Russians
[02:37.890]And scared of these criminal pricks
[02:43.040]When I head out to work at a quarter to five
[02:48.866]They all watch for signs that I'm sick
[02:53.100]
[02:54.386]And where once there was motion now there's just stubbornness
[02:59.657]Where once was health we're just ill
[03:04.677]Feral rats have invaded the Quai de la Monnaie
[03:10.236]Foxes took over Cafe Kitsune
[03:15.027]In the Palais Royale it's now head-high with weeds
[03:20.716]Food rots in the Carrousel du Louvre
[03:25.786]In Ikea I see only chaos and fear
[03:31.622]A ghost town where nobody moves
[03:36.053]
[03:37.083]Empty Paris, empty Berlin
[03:41.624]Empty London, New York, empty Dublin
[03:46.978]Empty Lagos, Johannesburg, Moscow, LA
[03:52.997]Empty Adelaide, empty Belgrade
[03:57.829]And I dig on the farm, this tattoo on my arm
[04:03.624]Proving I've come through the plague
[04:08.688]And when this squeeze is over and we all recover
[04:14.603]Perhaps I will drink lemonade