Текст Killing Joke – Wardance

The atmosphere’s strange
Out on the town
Music for pleasure
It’s not music no more

A war dance

Look at graffiti
Scrawled on the wall
You know the the reason
Outside the door
You got something
Nasty in your mind
Trying to get out
do a war dance

A war dance

You’ve opened the pit
Honesty is sick
You try to be honest
Look what you get
The foods run short
And then the money talks
One way out
Your premonition is correct

A war dance