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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
Lyrics submitted by Agentlemonhead
Track duration: 03:46
"Wardance" as written by Jeremy Coleman, Paul Ferguson, Martin Glover, Kevin Walker
Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
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Either way, amazing band and song, Killing Joke rule!
This song was covered (as a gloriously entertaining brainless bounce-around version) by The Mad Capsule Markets. Worth hearing if you get the chance.
If it weren't for these guys, there'd be no industrial metal, and there's no telling how different pure industrial and pure metal would be either.