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 a war dance
A war dance
Look at the victim Scrawled on the wall You know 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
