The White Count

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