War

Put on that red dress you wear so well
Under a night of stars
This party is your battlefield
You're gonna leave some scars

And this is war
Champagne and dinner plates
Something on ice
And this is war
Your greatest weapon
Is you can be nice
And this is war
Two fives, two fours three six
You roll the dice
And this is war
Your greatest weapon
Is you pretend, pretend to be nice

Slip on your mother's high high heels
Under a night of stars
This party is just child's play
You're screaming in the dark

And this is war
Champagne and dinner plates
Something on ice
And this is war
Your greatest weapon
Is you can be nice
And this is war
Two fives, two fours three six
You roll the dice
And this is war
Your greatest weapon
Is you pretend, pretend to be nice

Draw your sword
I'll stay mine
Are the spoils of war now
Whose on whose side
Some fight with Gucci
Some fight with words
You collect fake friends
I can write away hurt

Draw your sword
I'll stay mine
Are the spoils of war now
Whose on whose side
Some fight with Gucci
Some fight with words
You collect fake friends
I can write away

This is war
Champagne and dinner plates
Something on ice
And this is war
Your greatest weapon
Is you can be nice
And this is war
Two fives two fours three six
You roll the dice
And this is war
Your greatest weapon
Is you pretend, pretend to be nice

This is a setup I think I've been framed
Thank goodness the Jester still remembers my name
And raise your glass to the ones who try
On the battlefield to the one who fight
This is a setup I think I've been framed
Thank goodness the Jester still remembers my name
And raise your glass to the ones who try
On the battlefield to the one who cry

War
Champagne and dinner plates
Something on ice
And this is war
Your greatest weapon
Is you can be nice
And this is war
Two fives two fours three six
You roll the dice
And this is war
Your greatest weapon
Is you pretend, pretend to be nice



Credits
Writer(s): Jay Moussa-mann
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