Lyrics:
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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 indigenoussound…
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
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 indigenoussound…
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