Yard Act - Quarantine The Sticks Lyrics
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    Quarantine The Sticks

    [Intro]
    Woah, oi
    Woah, woah, woah, woah


    [Verse 1]
    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

    [Chorus]
    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

    [Verse 2]
    And did you really think
    That I would give away all of my tricks?
    Because 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

    [Chorus]
    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

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