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The atmosphere's strange Out on the town Music for pleasure Its not music no more
Music to dance to Music to move This is music to march to Do a war dance
The war dance...
Look at the graffiti Sprawled on the wall You know the the reason Outside the door
You got something Nasty in your mind Crawling to get out Do a war dance
We walk on 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 The premonition is correct
The atmosphere's strange Out on the town Music for pleasure Its not music no more
Music to dance to Music to move This is music to march to Do a war dance
The war dance...
Look at the graffiti Sprawled on the wall You know the the reason Outside the door
You got something Nasty in your mind Crawling to get out Do a war dance
The war dance...
We walk on 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 The premonition is correct
The war dance...