Killing Joke - Wardance lyrics

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 a war dance

a war dance

look at the victim

scrawled on the wall

you know the the reason

outside the door

you got something

nasty in your mind

trying to get out

to a 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

look for a nationist command

a war dance