One one thousand two how about we count in Mississippis
Let's try to slow this whole thing down
Ain't now the perfect time to slow this all down
Might be the last time we can slow this all down
The shops are boarded up and all is quiet in the city
Take it in and let it out
Just breathe in and breathe out
With maybe the nose of their mother
One one thousand lost a day we're told that it's a pity
They're trying to slow this whole thing down
Trying just enough to slow it all down
But that's not for us to worry about now
In streets full of mothers
And aisles full of fathers
Because there's a new life waiting to get out
And all we can do right now is count and count and count
We'll start all over again
And tiny lungs will heave