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, baby