Written by: DEFTONES
Produced by: Terry Date
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 sounds
Worship play, play, play, play
Worship play, Worship play
Worship, worship
Worship play, play, play, play
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
God, I trust everyone quicker with every faint smile
Worship play, play, play, play, play
Worship, worship
Worship, play, play
Worship play, play, play, play, play
Worship play, worship, worship
Worship, worship
Worship, play, play
Worship, worship, worship
And the crowd 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 click, faint smile!
It's the same sound, it's the same, 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 ticks with the same sound
It's the same sound! With the same sound!
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