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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- to war dance! The war dance... A war dance... Look at graffiti- scrawled on the wall. You know the reason- outside the door. You have something- nasty in your mind, crawling to get out- to war dance! The war dance... A war dance... We walk 'round the pitch. Honesty is sick. SongtexteTry to be honest- look what you get. The food runs short, and then the money talks. One way out- your premonition is correct! The war dance... A war dance... Aus Songtexte Mania