Knees on the Ground ​clipping.

[Verse 1]
Cumulus clouds sitting up high
Shape-shifting aimless and slow
The breeze is easy, it moves by
Timid, more whisper than blow
Telephone wires, they buzz live
Blackbird is frozen in flight
Low-hanging sun makes a orange sky
Silhouettes in a backlight
Black shingled roofs are all bright-trimmed
The trim the same on the windows
8-year-old girl, color caramel skin
Pink barrettes and color pencils
Stares, her mouth open and eyes wide
As the crowd gathers below
They heard the shouts and they knew why
Grab cellphones pressing record
Blue uniform and a badge on
Showing no fear in his eyes
Stands in the street with his gun drawn
Military issue .45

[Chorus]
Times have made a choice of what to keep and what to throw away
Everything ingrained comes to a point so sharp could cut a piece a day
And it bleeds on the ground, keep your knees on the ground where they belong
Keep your knees on the ground where they belong