There's a piece of culture left behind It's down in the street It's a feeling intricately designed And played to a beat Can't believe the people long before us Did this with bones
Started out with the guns, didn't need the bullets No need to think Gotta strap on the tank, feel the weight and pull it Fill it up with ink I could swear it's like we've gone to platinum From sticks and stones I could swear it's like we've gone to platinum From sticks and stones
No longer waging war But we're still keeping score Just lay the ink down, baby Just lay the ink down, baby These oceans spread so wide But they've got nowhere to hide Just lay the ink down, baby Just lay the ink down, baby
With a splash of ink and the clash of colours The game begins The crowd cheers as the play-by-play is covered By both the twins The two teams are taking turf so quickly Like hardened pros
Now the fight picks up as the teams of four Start aiming to kill It's a flurry of brushes and guns galore It's really quite the thrill But the winners are decided by how The painting goes But the winners are decided by how The painting goes
No longer waging war But we're still keeping score Just lay the ink down, baby Just lay the ink down, baby These oceans spread so wide But they've got nowhere to hide Just lay the ink down, baby Just lay the ink down, baby
No longer waging war But we're still keeping score Just lay the ink down, baby Just lay the ink down, baby These oceans spread so wide But they've got nowhere to hide Just lay the ink down, baby Just lay the ink down, babyTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
