War, war, war, war! I want to declare a war My fist breaks Your porcelain nose There are other things my hands can do To create or to destroy Any gods and goddesses First person singular Set it, set it, set it off!
War, war, war, war! Keep the past, the future is ours Man made natural disaster Blocking out all of the sun Supermen and mitsi turbo Speed agility super strength Wipe the blood off those knuckles Spark it, give me twos on that
War, war, war, war! I want to declare a war True say blood that when we ride That when we ride We don't stop for nobody The Africans and the Bengalis He knows all the rude boys Reebok, Nike, Adidas, Puma "Rer, rer, rer, this shit is long!"
It's all getting (it's all getting) Quite highly charged (quite highly charged) Get out of the way (get out of the way) Or get fucked up (or get fucked up)
We dance to the sound of sirens We dance to the sound
And to think that these hands could work wonders with their touch Listening to dead singers in your room? In '98
We dance to the sound of sirens We dance to the sound
Compositores: Gordon Peter Moakes (Bloc Party) (PRS), Matthew Chee Hung Tong (PRS), Rowland Kelechukwu Okereke (PRS), Russell Dean Lissack (PRS)Editor: EMI Music Publishing Ltd (PRS)Publicado em 2009 (08/Mai) e lançado em 2008 (04/Nov)ECAD verificado obra #5827227 e fonograma #1520605 em 21/Abr/2024