We ran out of money
Chasing by the pandemic
Jobs aren't easy to come by
Shops and businesses start to close
We can rant all about it
It will never move the score
The virus Covid will sing its song
“Hello baby sing with me”
The jobless will stare
The bleak time ahead
Listening to the cry
The wind will bring
In come the emergency law
It doesn't help the nation
It is only to protect one man
Who wants his chair to sit on
But we have ran out of money
How long will the nation's wealth last?
When the back door has no ideas
The first rule save the people not them
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