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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, play,
Worship, Worship…
Play and Worship, Play, Play!
Play and Worship, Play, Play!
Play and Worship, Play, Play!
Play and Worship, Play,
Worship, 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…
And trust everyone quicker with every faint smile...

Worship, play, play!
Worship, play, play!
Worship, play, play!
Worship, play, Worship, play,
Worship, Worship…
Play and Worship, Play, Play!
Play and Worship, Play, Play!
Play and Worship, Play, Play!
Play and Worship, Play,
Worship, Worship…

And the crowds goes wild,
And the camera makes you seasick,
God, it's so sweet of you, and I know, you're proud…
And the car bomb hits quick, quick, quick, quick, faint smile...
It's the same sound... it's the same, same sound...
And the crowds 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 ticks, ticks with the same sound…
It's the same sound…
With the same sound...