War, war, war, war
I want to declare a war
My fist breaks your porcelain nose
There are other things that hands can do
To create or to destroy
Mini gods and goddesses
First person singular
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 of those knuckles
Spark it, give me twos 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 the way (get out 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 those 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
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