The atmosphere's strange
out on the town.
Music for pleasure-
it's not music no more.
Music to dance to-
music to move.
This is music to march to-
to war dance!
The war dance...
A war dance...
Look at graffiti-
scrawled on the wall.
You know the reason-
outside the door.
You have something-
nasty in your mind,
crawling to get out-
to war dance!
The war dance...
A war dance...
We walk 'round the pitch.
Honesty is sick.
Try to be honest-
look what you get.
The food runs short,
and then the money talks.
One way out-
your premonition is correct!
The war dance...
A war dance...
out on the town.
Music for pleasure-
it's not music no more.
Music to dance to-
music to move.
This is music to march to-
to war dance!
The war dance...
A war dance...
Look at graffiti-
scrawled on the wall.
You know the reason-
outside the door.
You have something-
nasty in your mind,
crawling to get out-
to war dance!
The war dance...
A war dance...
We walk 'round the pitch.
Honesty is sick.
Try to be honest-
look what you get.
The food runs short,
and then the money talks.
One way out-
your premonition is correct!
The war dance...
A war dance...
envoyé par Alessandro - 13/2/2008 - 15:01
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The song "Wardance" was re-recorded for said S/T LP, but here we find it's original, less heavy and more punk state.