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 Superman and mitsi turbo Speed, agility, super strength Wipe the blood off those knuckles Spark it, give me two's on that War, war, war, war, I want to declare a war True say blud, 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 of sirens 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 of sirens We dance to the sound of sirens We dance to the sound, we dance to the sound We dance to the sound, we dance to the sound We dance to the sound © EMI MUSIC PUB. LTD.; Bu döküman AkorMerkezi.com'da yayınlanmıştır. http://www.akormerkezi.com