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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
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?
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
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?
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
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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