"Don't Plug Me In" by Tim Weary and the Deplorabillies

At the same time we were trying to stir outrage with a website asking doctors to come out pro-death, we also tried to spread the audio of this song, whose point we thought would be obvious by the end. Like the website, it also got zero traction. 

LYRICS:

I was born in ‘46 after Daddy came home from the war.
Daddy worked and he worked like work was what livin’ was for.
I worked as hard as Daddy—still do—for half the pay.
But a chance for a real sacrifice never came my way.
 
Now they’re telling me to stay home cuz a virus invaded our shores.
How can you throw in the towel on a country that wins all of its wars?
Let’s keep workin’ and a-pumpin’ up that NASDAQ, S&P and Dow,
And if I’m coughin’ give that ventilator to a younger worker, now.
 
CHORUS
Don’t plug me in.
I want America open for business, even if it does me in.
Tell me when did gettin rich become a sin?
Now hear me out, Jack:
Don’t plug me in.
 
While people make a whiny fuss about stayin’ alive,
Standing six feet apart, me and my buddies—we’re doing high fives. (Yee haw! That’s right!)
And if it gets me, this I promise, I won’t take up any ICU,
I’ve had my day, I’ll get out of the way so America can trickle down on you!
 
CHORUS
Don’t plug me in.
I want America open for business, even if it does me in.
Tell me when did gettin rich become a sin?
Now hear me out, Jack:
Don’t plug me in.
 
BRIDGE
Let’s crack open a Corona for Joe CEO,
He makes our jobs, dontcha know, and if you give me the corona,
I don’t care, I’ll ride the Dow Jones up to my home in the sky.
 
CHORUS
Don’t plug me in.
I want America open for business, even if it does me in.
Keep 45's economy alive until our ship comes in.
Now hear me out, Jack:
Don’t plug me in.
 
CODA
Don't plug me in...
Stay the course, no remorse, get up on your horse and riiiiide, America
Do not ventilate, resuscitate, just make it greeeeat, America
If I run outta luck, I’ll die makin’ a buuuuuck for America
 
Time to go World War III on this  viruuuuuuuus, America
It’s not the econo-me, it’s the econom-uuuuuuus, America
All of us, all of us, the world's best econom-uuuuuus, America
Econo-me, econo-you, the world's best econom-uuuuuus, America
We gotta keep afloat the captains of industryyyyy, America
So forget the working poor man’s tracheostomyyyyyyy, America