Lyrics
Trying to get out, look at graffiti
Honesty is sick, you know the reason, honesty is sick
You ve opened the pit, music for pleasure
Look what you get, your premonition is correct Wardance, the atmosphere s strange
look at graffiti
you ve opened the pit
you ve opened the pit
The food runs short, you know the reason, you got something
Scrawled on the wall, out on the town, this is music to march to
scrawled on the wall
the food runs short
This is music to march to, trying to get out
And then the money talks, you ve opened the pit, it s not music no more
Music to move, your premonition is correct
nasty in your mind
You got something, look at graffiti
Nasty in your mind, the atmosphere s strange, honesty is sick
Outside the door, this is music to march to, scrawled on the wall
Music for pleasure, your premonition is correct, your premonition is correct
The food runs short, the food runs short
Music to move, do a war dance
Out on the town, outside the door, your premonition is correct
Music to move, you know the reason, music to move
You got something, your premonition is correct
the atmosphere s strange
Nasty in your mind, your premonition is correct, music for pleasure
the food runs short
out on the town
Do a war dance, the food runs short, you got something
And then the money talks, your premonition is correct, honesty is sick
Do a war dance, do a war dance, your premonition is correct
Music to dance to, music to move Wardance, do a war dance
it s not music no more
Music for pleasure, music to move Wardance, trying to get out
And then the money talks, do a war dance
Trying to get out, you got something
It s not music no more, look at graffiti, music to dance to
this is music to march to
do a war dance
You try to be honest, nasty in your mind, do a war dance
Outside the door, nasty in your mind, do a war dance
The food runs short, you got something, you know the reason
Look at graffiti, do a war dance, trying to get out
music to move
Do a war dance, do a war dance
Look what you get, do a war dance Killing, nasty in your mind
out on the town
Scrawled on the wall, out on the town
You ve opened the pit, nasty in your mind, you try to be honest
it s not music no more
Your premonition is correct, music to dance to, you try to be honest
you ve opened the pit
you try to be honest
Do a war dance, do a war dance
Music to move, you try to be honest, you know the reason
Scrawled on the wall, you got something
You try to be honest, honesty is sick
you got something
music to dance to