Art of War

[Verse 1]
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
Scream out, let the people dream
Chocolate tea pot, custard creams (Cherry on top)
Elevation (Cherry on top), deep penetration (Cherry on top)
Commiseration (Cherry on top) to the Nazi party (Cherry on top)
Proliferation (Cherry on top), inoculations (Cherry on top)
Proclamation and the walls are falling

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

[Verse 2]
Adolf Hitler got his head kicked in
Put that rubbish in the bin
Eating your dinnеr with a baseball bat
Change that evil, push it back
Thе 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

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

[Instrumental Break]

[Bridge]
Oh, I dream of the art of war
Oh, I dream of the art—

[Verse 3]
All of this is fascinating
Very tasty, finger licking
Whispering dick, a lovely buffet
But don't leave none for another day
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