© 2026 Molly Bern Zero Percent Contained First exposure, Tuesday night, Your slow smile, my first red light, Incubation, a day or two, Then the fever, and it was you, Doc says, "Honey, you're not all right," I say, "Doc, I'm fine tonight." One, then ten, then a hundred more, Whole damn county's on the floor, Zero percent contained, Can't be traced, can't be explained, Fever in my veins, no cure for the pain, Zero percent contained. Contained? Zero! Contained? Zero! Contact tracing leads to your door, Turns out I'm number three or four, Your R-naught's a million, maybe more, Half the town's been down with it before, No mask, no shot, no way to ignore, I keep on coming back for more. One, then ten, then a hundred more, Whole damn country's on the floor, Zero percent contained, Can't be traced, can't be explained, Fever in my veins, no cure for the pain, Zero percent contained. [Gang vocals, shouted, call-and-response] Contained? Zero! Contained? Zero! Officials say it's out of hand, Nobody knows where it began, Stay inside, stay far apart, Too late, it's already in my heart. Zero percent contained, Can't be traced, can't be explained, Caught it from you, I'd catch it again, Zero percent contained. Contained? Zero! Contained? Zero!
