Letras:
Killing Joke War Dance

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

't refuse. Well the first one, Weak arms- Right or wrong. First off, we'll dance when we dance. The last one we fault. The first one we kill. Foresee

March or croak, march or croak All your lives a cosmic joke Fill your days with piss and smoke The wolf waits at your door Burn and dance, burn and dance

back . . . (She pulls him away) PHANTOM Don't go! (As they are exiting, the PHANTOM declaims in fury): So be it! Now let it be war upon you both! (At

every truncheon hit misguided the peoples army divided united stance amped out war dance what a ride inner thought of non violent rebellion outside dare

I'm a lyrical queen The Pepa MC's makin' microphones sing Notes to provoke, they called her a joke The speaker smoked when I spoke Boy, you better kill

And we got, we got, we got, gotta make it hot So come, get on, hop on the dance floor If you want to declare war, it's alright It's alright Now it'

dance New Orleans niggaz down to dance Tennessee niggaz down to dance Baton Rouge niggaz down to dance Arizona down to dance Houston niggaz down to dance Nebraska niggaz down to dance

Pull the pin and push it in 'em Using women as a pin cusion A super villian With some war paint and jokes done in poor taste We'll see who laughs