I am teacher who works on a farm Immunity barcode tattooed on my arm But the children must eat, education can wait I coax up the carrots til quarter to eight And if I don't farm then nobody eats And if nobody eats we're in pain What if someone declared a black death but nobody came? And the Ibis hotel is a hospital now The conference centre's a morgue The city's so quiet, I can't get used to it The police have turned into the Borg Saw a lonely flaneur with a drone overhead With a thin metal voice that shrieked out as it said: “You have the choice to be thrown in a cell or go home” Empty Paris, empty Berlin Empty London, New York, empty Dublin Empty Lagos, Johannesburg, Moscow, LA Empty Adelaide, empty Belgrade And I dig on the farm, this tattoo on my arm Proving I've come through the plague And when this squeeze is over and we all recover Perhaps we will drink lemonade I had a partner but she's disappeared And I'm not used to living alone Well the hard work all starts when the loneliness hurts And sometimes I wish we'd both gone And I'm scared of the government, scared of the Russians And scared of these criminal pricks When I head out to work at a quarter to five They all watch for signs that I'm sick Where once there was motion now there's just stubbornness Where once was health we're just ill Feral rats have invaded the Quai de la Monnaie Foxes took over Café Kitsune In the Palais Royale it's now head-high with weeds Food rots in the Carrousel du Louvre In Ikea I see only chaos and fear A ghost town where nobody moves Empty Paris, empty Berlin Empty London, New York, empty Dublin Empty Lagos, Johannesburg, Moscow, LA Empty Adelaide, empty Belgrade And I dig on the farm, this tattoo on my arm Proving I've come through the plague When this squeeze is over and we all recover Perhaps I will drink lemonade