Wardance

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

It's a wardance, a wardance

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

It's a wardance, a wardance

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

A wardance