Ares
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, set it, set it off!
War, war, war, war!
Keep the past, future's 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 two's on that
Yeah, eh-eh
Hey
Yeah, eh-eh
Hey
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)
Yeah, eh-eh
Hey
Yeah, eh-eh
Hey
We dance to the sound of sirens (hey)
We dance to the sound of sirens (hey)
We dance to the sound of sirens (hey)
We dance to the sound (hey)
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 (yeah, eh-eh)
We dance to the sound of sirens (hey)
We dance to the sound of sirens (yeah, eh-eh)
We dance to the sound (hey)
We dance to the sound (hey)
We dance to the sound (hey)
We dance to the sound (hey)
We dance to the sound (hey)
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, set it, set it off!
War, war, war, war!
Keep the past, future's 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 two's on that
Yeah, eh-eh
Hey
Yeah, eh-eh
Hey
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)
Yeah, eh-eh
Hey
Yeah, eh-eh
Hey
We dance to the sound of sirens (hey)
We dance to the sound of sirens (hey)
We dance to the sound of sirens (hey)
We dance to the sound (hey)
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 (yeah, eh-eh)
We dance to the sound of sirens (hey)
We dance to the sound of sirens (yeah, eh-eh)
We dance to the sound (hey)
We dance to the sound (hey)
We dance to the sound (hey)
We dance to the sound (hey)
We dance to the sound (hey)
Credits
Writer(s): Russell Lissack, Kele Okereke, Matt Tong
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