I can't breathe
With Covid-19 I can't breathe
Like a refugee drowning in the sea
And George Floyd under a racist cops knee
From furloughed to redundant, debt ridden and failing, all wake in the night
And can't breathe.
In smoke from the fires I can't breathe
Like every battered wife strangled in lockdown
In coastal towns doomed by high tides to drown
From opera singers to the homeless, vying for patronage, all wake in the night and can't breathe
What those antimask idiots believe
Is real for those sufferimg from PTSD
Choked up with the tears as we grieve
But with 2020 vision the people are starting to see
Our governments don't care if we can breathe
The Pocket Gods - I Can't Breathe Lyrics
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I can't breathe
With Covid-19 I can't breathe
Like a refugee drowning in the sea
And George Floyd under a racist cops knee
From furloughed to redundant, debt ridden and failing, all wake in the night
And can't breathe.
In smoke from the fires I can't breathe
Like every battered wife strangled in lockdown
In coastal towns doomed by high tides to drown
From opera singers to the homeless, vying for patronage, all wake in the night and can't breathe
What those antimask idiots believe
Is real for those sufferimg from PTSD
Choked up with the tears as we grieve
But with 2020 vision the people are starting to see
Our governments don't care if we can breathe
With Covid-19 I can't breathe
Like a refugee drowning in the sea
And George Floyd under a racist cops knee
From furloughed to redundant, debt ridden and failing, all wake in the night
And can't breathe.
In smoke from the fires I can't breathe
Like every battered wife strangled in lockdown
In coastal towns doomed by high tides to drown
From opera singers to the homeless, vying for patronage, all wake in the night and can't breathe
What those antimask idiots believe
Is real for those sufferimg from PTSD
Choked up with the tears as we grieve
But with 2020 vision the people are starting to see
Our governments don't care if we can breathe
Writer: Mark Christopher Lee, Rob Howells
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.