1933

Frank Turner puts my reaction to the last few years into verse 😨😭😣

The first time it was a tragedy,
The second time it's a farce.
Outside it's 1933, so I'm hitting the bar.
But I don't know what's going on anymore -
The world outside is burning with a brand new light,
But it isn't one that makes me feel warm;
Don't go mistaking your house burning down for the dawn.