Wardance Lyrics

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...