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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 
IT'S 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 
IT'S 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 
YOUR PREMONITION IS CORRECT