'Seems that I was busy doing something close to nothing
But different than the day before'
'Met a dwarf that was no good, dressed like Little Red Riding Hood'
'Now you're unemployed, all non-void
Walkin' round like you're Pretty Boy Floyd'
One day, bb, we who survive the plague shall dandle our PPE-clad younglings on our knees and tell them tales of the Before Time. Going on aeroplanes, shaking hands, packing ourselves into tube trains to go tnto 'Lon-Don'. They shan't believe us, of course. They'll dismiss these as the ramblings of fanciful dotards. Then they'll book us in for our appointment to be turned into Soylent Green.
'Seems that I was busy doing something close to nothing
But different than the day before'
'Met a dwarf that was no good, dressed like Little Red Riding Hood'
'Now you're unemployed, all non-void
Walkin' round like you're Pretty Boy Floyd'