| Lyrics: | Paint the streets in white
Death is the standard breach for a complex prize
I think
it's sweet of you and your parents are proud
but I would expect it from anyone now to protect
life's indigenous sound...
Worship, play play
Worship, play play
Worship, play
play
Worship, play, worship, playWorship-Worship
Play and worship, play, play
Play and
worship, play, play
Play and worship, playWorship-Worship
How the streets they
swell
While the animals make their way through the crowds
If you keep listening you can hear
it for miles
God, I trust everyone quicker with every faint smile....
Worship, play,
play
Worship, play, worship, play
Play and worship, play play
play and worship,
playWorship-Worship
play and worship, playWorship-Worship
play and worship,
playWorship-Worship
Play and worship, play play
Play and worship, play play
Play and
worship, play play
play and worship, playWorship-Worship
And the crowd goes
wild
and the camera makes you seasick
god it's so sweet of you and I know your proud
And
the car bomb hits click, click, click, faint smile....
Its the same sound....it's the
same....sound....
And the crowd goes wild
and the camera makes you seasick
god it's so
sweet of you and you know I'm proud
And the car bomb tick, tick with the same sound
whith
the same sound....hexagram |
