Intro
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|F#m |D |E |E | 2x
[Verse]
F#5 D5 E5
I guess I'm blessed to be so fucking bored
F#5 D5
And hiding from this phantom antigen
E5
That wants to send us to the morgue
[Chorus]
N.C. F#m D E
Quarantine, fuck this disease
F#m D E
I'd rather be on Star Tours or stuck at the DMV
F#m D E
Quarantine, no, not for me
F#m E
I thought that things were fucked up in 2019, fuck quarantine
[Verse]
F#m D E
Some people hit the bottle, some people hit the books
F#m D E
Some people storm The Capitol, some second guess parenthood
F#m D
It'll disappear in April, just like a miracle
E
We don't need social distance, we don't need old people
F#m D
So throw the shop doors open and save our economy
E
We don't need ICU beds or PPE
[Chorus]
N.C. F#m D E
Quarantine, fuck this disease
F#m D E
I'd rather watch some magic or do press in Germany
F#m D E
Quarantine, no, not for me
F#m D E
I thought that things were fucked up in 2019, fuck quarantine
[Bridge]
F#m
It'll disappear in April, just like a miracle
C#maj7/F
We don't need social distance, we don't need old people
F#m
So throw the shop doors open, save our economy
A
We don't need ICU beds, we don't need PPE
[Solo]
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[Chorus]
F#m D E
Quarantine, fuck this disease
F#m D E
I'm never shaking hands again and don't kiss me on the cheek
F#m
Fuck quarantine