The White Count - The Alarm

The cars are parked in a straight line, side-by-side

The walls are washed in white, and different shades of grey

And different shades of grey

The white count is my brother

The white count is my friend and my enemy, my enemy

My enemy, my enemy

Listen, listen, listen, listen, listen, listen, listen

Some doors are always open, some doors are never shut

To germ-free adolescents, that cannot be seen

That cannot be seen

The white count is my sister

The white sound is my friend and my enemy, my enemy

My enemy, my enemy

Listen, listen, listen, listen, listen, listen, listen

Some doors are always open

Some doors are never shut

Some doors are never shut

Some doors are never shut

Some doors are never shut