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.
Blow me down, paraded around, paraded around.
Slow me down, paraded around, paraded around.
Blow 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'