Art Of War

I'm not falling, yes, I'm calling
Standing up against the old again
I'm not falling, Dub War calling
Standing up against the whole of them

Frankie Lodge was a friend of mine
At John Frost Square all the time now
Scream out, let the people dream
Chocolate tea pot, custard creams (cherry on top)

Elevation (cherry on top)
Deep penetration (cherry on top)
Commiseration to the Nazi party (cherry on top)
Proliferation (cherry on top)
Inoculations (cherry on top)
Proclamation and the walls are falling

What is the art of war? (War, war, war, war)
This is the art of war (war, war, war, war)

Adolf Hitler got his head kicked in
Put that rubbish in the bin, now
Eating your dinner with a baseball bat
Change that evil, push it back

The revelation, the devastation
No mediation when the children screaming (cherry on top)
No celebrations (cherry on top)
Capitulation (cherry on top)
Nobody listens when the walls are falling

What is the art of war? (War, war, war, war)
This is the art of war (war, war, war, war)
Art of war

Oh, I dream of the art of war
Oh, I dream of the art

All of this is fascinating
Very tasty, finger licking
Whispering dick, a lovely buffet
But don't leave none for another day, yeah

Operation (cherry on top)
Repopulation (cherry on top)
A single mother with her children crying
Assimilation (cherry on top)
This screaming nation (cherry on top)
Don't you say nothing 'cause the walls are falling down



Credits
Writer(s): Richard Glover, Jeffrey Rose, Anthony Patrick Smith, Benji Webbe
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

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