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