Released on December 30, 2003

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[Verse 1]

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 wouldn't expect it from anyone not to protect life's indigenous sound


[Chorus]

Worship, play, play

Worship, play, play

Worship, play, play

Worship, play

Worship, play

Worship, worship, play

Worship, play, play

Worship, play, play

Worship, play, play

Worship, play

Worship, worship


[Verse 2]

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


[Chorus]

Worship, play, play

Worship, play

Worship, play, play

Worship, play, play

Worship, play, play

Worship, worship, play

Worship, play, play

Worship, worship, play

Worship, play, play

Worship, worship, play, play

Worship, play, play

Worship, play, play

Worship, play, play

Worship, play

Worship, worship


[Verse 3]

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, click, click, faint smile


[Bridge]

It's the same sound

It's the same, same sound


[Verse 4]

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


[Outro]

It's the same sound

With the same sound