Thanks to Admiral Bob.

It’s tough having principles in twenty twenty one
Seems everyone’s an operator and it makes me feel dumb
I was taught to honor honesty but that’s all gone away
And now I’m left to separate what they mean from what they say
So for twenty twenty two I’ll be a house bound hermit even more than I was last year
I may have to apply for a superload permit to accommodate all my fear

High tech, low morals and another viral variant, the challenges are mounting fast
I can’t keep up but I won’t give in, I wanna see how long I can last
And on the good days screw it, what the hell, let the future be what it will
I’ll keep my head down and try to get through it, maybe I won’t get shot if I just keep still
But now I say it out loud I surely don’t like it, that ain’t no way to live
I may gettin’ old but I ain’t dead yet, I might even have a little love left to give

Sure’n I can be blue with the best of them, but how does that make things better
A bad attitude’s about as fruitful as writing congressmen a letter
All we really can do is what we know to be right and hope that it sets an example
Even though the proof that the bad guys are winning is overwhelmingly ample

So fight the blues for Christmas, man, life is tough, take it or leave it
And I’ll just keep repeating that and maybe one day I’ll achieve it.
The only thing blue in our house this year are the lights I put on the tree
And the box of masks by the door representing the thirty percent that don’t care about me