The Burning Hell - Precious Island Lyrics

Some sailors say they sail for several years and seldom see the sand at all|Oh I know that must be kind of dull|The sea's a salty slippery friend it smells like fish and death and never ends|Oh you know this life is kind of dull||All we do is sail around for miles and miles and|All we want is a bit of dirt and sand|A little precious island||Precious island, precious island|When all the world is wet you bet we get a little funny in the head|And we don't care if it's Hamilton or somewhere with better hotels like maybe Thailand|Everything that's not the sea|Is a little precious island to me||All we do is sail around for miles and miles and|All we want is a bit of dirt and sand|A little precious island|Precious island, precious island|When all the world is wet you bet we get a little funny in the head|And we don't care if it's Oshawa or somewhere with fewer trucks like the Scottish Highlands|Everything that's not the sea|Is a little precious island to me||There's a thousand reasons to hate the water|Unless you are a killer whale, a squid or a sea otter||You need a precious island, precious island|When all the world is wet you bet we get a little funny in the head|And we don't care if it's Pickering or somewhere where the cows are loud and the malls are silent|Everything that's not the sea|Is a little precious island to me|