Too many faces in the places going
Sneeze, sneeze, sneeze
There's mostly posters showing noses in a
Sleeve, sleeve, sleeve
In every doorway there's a postie bringing groceries
On every corner there's a zombie with the new disease
Just walking up and down in Venice, yeah?
It's dead, dead, dead
So many people slowly burying their
Head, head, heads
Sooner or later it is greater than you can contain
With all these people falling down on you, down on you
DOWN!
Too many people in the city doing as they please
As all the towns are losing pounds you cannot eat for free
The politicians with ambitions lying on TV
Mothers and fathers taking children out of nursery
People are louder and much prouder with conspiracies
Furlough forever or a tether to the factories
Sooner or later its is greater than you can contain
With all these people falling down on ya down on ya down
Aim high
Lifeline
Nothing seems to be the same
My last night time
Better off with a length of rope
Closing tight
Cyanide