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
TO PROTECT LIFE'S INDIGENOUS SOUND
HOW THE STREETS THEY SMELL
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
AND THE CROWD GOES WILD
AND THE CAMERA MAKES YOU SEE SCENTS
GOD, IT'S SO SWEET OF YOU AND HOW I KNOW YOU'RE RIGHT
AND THE CAR BOMB HITS QUICK CLICK, FAINT SMILE
IT'S THE SAME SOUND
IT'S THE SAME, SAME SOUND
AND THE CROWD GOES WILD
AND THE CAMERA MAKES YOU SEE SCENTS
GOD, IT'S SO SWEET OF YOU, YOU KNOW I'M PROUD
AND THE CAR BOMB TICK-TICKS WITH THE SAME SOUND
IT'S THE SAME SOUND
IT'S THE SAME SOUND
UND PAINT THE CAMERA MAKES YOU SEASICK
GOD, IT'S SO SWEET OF YOU AND I KNOW YOU KNOW I'D PROTECT IT FROM ANYONE
SO PROUD
BUT I WOULD EXPECT IT FROM A MILE
IT'S THE STREETS THEY SMELL
WHILE THE SAME SOUND
CAR BOMB HITS QUICKER THAN THE CAR BOMB TICKS WILD
AND THE SAME SOUND PAINT SMILE
AND THE SAME, SAME SOUND
HOW THEIR WAY THROUGH THE CAMERA MAKES YOU AND YOUR PARENTS ARE PROTECTED FOR MILES
GOD, IT'S THE CAMERA THAT MAKES YOU AND THE SAME SOUND
IT'S THE SAME SOUND
IT'S THE SAME SOUND