"Precious Sardine" lyrics

Quarantine, keep your hands to yourself
Keep your people awake and your self on the shelf
Quarantine, when the kids are at home
And the ugly people won't leave me alone

Slow me down, paraded around, paraded around
Slow me down, paraded around, paraded around

Slow me down, paraded around, paraded around
Slow me down, paraded around, paraded around

Some will argue we've been too lost, too long
There's no patience left to trust in
I would argue every single final way to live
Is fine without your country

Should've never bottled it up...

When the way is awake, let all the animals hear us
And the moon lights the way...
Fly!

Quarantine, keep your hands to yourself
Keep your ugly people on the way down

There must have been another reason
Keep the kids inside
Wash away the beast of burden
Fuck the question 'why'