Stella Starfox – Sardines lyrics

[Most noble citizens, we must bypass a life of dormancy and vice to pursue the generative endeavor of a hard day’s work. The benefits of these pursuits are not secured by chance or charity but through the merit of your character and the firmness of your convictions. It is you who are planting the seeds of trees whose shade you know you shall never see.]

All my mother makers there
All you father fakers there
Yeah I knew what I should say
But didn’t have the will to care

You mothers see me wrong
Fathers won’t hear my song
Everything seems to
Send me to my knees, yeah

Don’t stop
You can’t shake this off
Don’t stop
You can’t touch it

All my motherfuckers there
Take a look under your hair
Yeah peel back that dope tupé and
Try to find the will to care

I never seem to find
That place to lay my mind
Just send me on a
Grind me to debris yeah

Don’t stop
You can’t shake this off
Don’t stop
You can’t touch it
(Stop) Yeah, don’t stop
(Stop) You can’t shake this off
(Stop) No, don’t stop
(Stop) You can’t push me

Off, lay off, lay off, lay off
Off, lay off, lay off
Off, lay off, lay off, lay off
Off, lay off, lay off

[Just imagine all the luxuries a modest, hard day’s work can afford you. Work hard, stay faithful, and pass on into perpetuity this shining city on a hill.]

It’s all sardines and cheese
That send us to our knees
We don’t highlight the means
So we settle for them greens

Yeah I’m high like the trees
When I send it to my needs
I don’t sway with the breeze
They can’t send me to my knees yeah

Don’t stop
(Stop) You can’t shake this off
(Stop) Don’t stop
(Stop) They can’t touch this shit
(Stop) Yeah don’t stop if you feel where you’re at then
They can’t shake you off
(Stop) No, don’t stop ‘till the sound of the gun and the smoke -
Can’t take it