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Woah, oi Woah, woah, woah, woah You can't just be rocking up and knocking on With no search warrants to back it up And all the wrong documents Opulence is a sickening intoxicant And I'm the victim here Did the gears of civility get stuck? Is the mud that thick between your ears? Get your hands off me Shouldn't you go catch some proper crooks? Proper damaged goods Not people like us I'm alright, Jack, just been lumbered with some dead wood Some cunt fudged the numbers Look, no one's been deliberately fiddling the books Quarantine the sticks, same goes for sand Both should be banned, both should be banned For a man with stick in hand Can't help but stand and draw a line In the ever-shifting sands of time And did you really think That I would give away all of my tricks? Letras de cancionesBecause you clicked your fingers twice I'd let the mask slip I am an imposter here You've got me all wrong, fuck you, Paul I feign enjoyment in your company But secretly, I'm planning to kill you all Quarantine the sticks, same goes for sand Both should be banned, both should be banned For a man with stick in hand Can't help but stand and draw a line In the ever-shifting sands of time Quarantine the sticks, same goes for sand Both should be banned, both should be banned For a man with stick in hand Can't help but stand and draw a line In the ever-shifting sands of time From Letras Mania