Lyrics

[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