- Killing Joke Wardance 歌词
- Killing Joke
- 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
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