[Intro]
|F#5 |F#5 | 2x
|F#m |D |E |E | 2x
 
 
[Verse]
  F#5                  D5            E5
I guess I'm blessed to be so fucking bored
                     F#5          D5
And hiding from this phantom antigen
                   E5
That wants to send us to the morgue
 
 
[Chorus]
N.C.   F#m  D             E
Quarantine,  fuck this disease
     F#m               D             E
I'd rather be on Star Tours or stuck at the DMV
       F#m  D             E
Quarantine,  no, not for me
   F#m                                   E
I thought that things were fucked up in 2019, fuck quarantine
 
 
[Verse]
     F#m             D            E
Some people hit the bottle, some people hit the books
      F#m                D           E
Some people storm The Capitol, some second guess parenthood
F#m                       D
 It'll disappear in April, just like a miracle
E
 We don't need social distance, we don't need old people
F#m                          D
 So throw the shop doors open and save our economy
E
 We don't need ICU beds or PPE
 
 
[Chorus]
N.C.   F#m   D             E
Quarantine,   fuck this disease
    F#m                D            E
I'd rather watch some magic or do press in Germany
      F#m   D             E
Quarantine,  no, not for me
   F#m                      D            E
I thought that things were fucked up in 2019, fuck quarantine
 
 
 
 
[Bridge]
F#m
It'll disappear in April, just like a miracle
C#maj7/F
 We don't need social distance, we don't need old people
F#m
 So throw the shop doors open, save our economy
A
 We don't need ICU beds, we don't need PPE
 
 
[Solo]
|F#m |C#maj7/F |F#m |A  A/Ab |
 
 
 
[Chorus]
       F#m  D              E
Quarantine,   fuck this disease
    F#m            D                     E
I'm never shaking hands again and don't kiss me on the cheek
           F#m
Fuck quarantine