Quarantine The Sticks

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
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 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