Here comes a street fight
Twenty more good kids with black eyes
Another daughter crushed the cage
That surrounds her fathers heart
They race cars at night
But tyres dont stick on to black ice
And in the morning theyll be asking
Do these teeth belong to you
Do these teeth belong to your best friend
Are you ready
Cus something needs to change
Are you ready
Everybody knows we have
Everybody knows we have
All the colours we need
You never grow right
When loosing the first love of your life
And in the morning theyll be asking do you know
Tell me, tell me
Are you ready
Are you serious
Move along cus theres not much left here to proove
People only ever whisper when they dont believe
From now i swear that i will scream if i have something to say
We have it all
So lets Paint the Sun
Bring back the colours