War Dance - Tank

Last chance I gotta get out

Ain’t got no business riding back

To the front

Church bells ringing their count

Your days are numbered and it’s all

That I want

That’s all I’m asking

Nothing more than I know that you deserve

And now I watch you failing

Your words fall dead at my feet

Fall dead at my feet

This is the sound of silence

We’re all part of this war dance

This is our world of madness

We can’t survive on your promises

This is the sound of silence

Our blood is on your hands

Be prepared for our war dance

We don’t share the values of life

Got no connection with the hand and the knife

Spill blood of those you don’t like

There ain’t no virgins at the end of your hike

At your grave I’ll be waiting

Counting all of the dead you left in your wake

Now is the time you’ve been praying for

Your cries fall dead at my feet

Fall dead at my feet

This is the sound of silence

We’re all part of this war dance

This is our world of madness

We can’t survive on your promises

This is the sound of silence

Our blood is on your hands

Be prepared for our war dance

Times up I’m gonna break out

Ain’t gonna sit here while you push me around

Still bells ring out their count

Your days are numbered and it’s all that I want

That’s all I’m asking

Nothing more than I know that you deserve

And now I watch you failing

Your words fall dead at my feet

Fall dead at my feet

This is the sound of silence

We’re all part of this war dance

This is our world of madness

We can’t survive on your promises

This is the sound of silence

Our blood is on your hands

Be prepared for our war dance