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Crazy Times
Lyrics and Music: Rob Allen
Rob wrote this song a few weeks into the 2020/2021 global pandemic, as Shelter In Place orders came about at the same time as high-level pronouncements that there was not even a problem. And somehow toilet paper and bottled water became scarce in the most powerful nation on earth.
Mama warned about the End Times
Red, white black and pale equestrines
Huntin’ down the most deserving souls
War and death and something else
Like conquest or the path to hell
I wasn’t really listening, truth be told
But now things feel apocalyptic
Sheltered here binge watchin’ Netflix
Cause I don’t pay for Starz or HBO
There’s something far too small to see
It surely coming after me
And all the world, and that’s our tale of woe
Well it’s Crazy Times we’re livin’ in
When it started, how it ends,
No one knows, and no one can foresee
But I’ll be here to hold the fort
Put out the cat, turn hard aport
When all them zombies come runnin’ after me
When all them zombies come runnin’ after me
I ain’t worried ’bout no Rapture
Just cause some things can’t be captured
And Costco’s out of water and TP
Them’s things we won’t need no more
Though I did stop off at the liquor store
Just in case, ya know, it’s best to wait and see
You know my mama also said
In those days when we’re all dead
Well reckoning’s a bitch, I think that’s true
So love all others as yourself
Have faith in sickness and in health
They matter most when judgment comes to you
And it’s Crazy Times we’re livin’ in
When it started, how it ends,
No one knows, and no one can foresee
And when I go, I’ll hug the missus
Turn around and blow ’em kisses
When all them zombies come runnin’ after me
When all them zombies come runnin’ after me